We picked our way through the forest and walked not far away.
Sure enough, we saw a pool with a mouth of water.
Because it was dark and covered with fog, the visibility was less than ten meters, so we couldn't see the size of the pool clearly.
However, we heard the sound of water flowing in the distance and it was very loud.
This pool is not small.
I stood on the bluestone beside the pool and raised my lamp to shine.
I saw the water splashing and many fat black fish under the water were attracted by the light and swam over one after another.
People in the Balenzuo Pastoral Area regard fish as gods and never eat or catch fish.
The fish in the large and small lakes on this grassland live freely and are never afraid of people.
Unlike the fish in the mainland, they stay away when they see people.
Escape to the bottom of the lake, but we can't control this, except for There is nothing else to eat except fish and horses.
In this desolate grassland, fish are gods and horses are friends.
To eat gods or friends is a matter of no concern to us educated youths who have served as Red Guards.
A question, I would choose to eat the former without hesitation.
The fat man and I rolled up our arms and sleeves and prepared to catch fish.
Ding Sitian settled the old sheepskin, tied the old army horse, and picked up some gravel to surround the stove.
There were many dead branches and leaves in the forest, and she picked up a large pile at random.
She quickly lit a fire and used branches to set up a pot to boil water.
She boiled some water first, rinsed the pot clean, and then boiled some hot water for everyone to drink.
For young men like Fatty and I who have no wives, cooking is the most difficult task.
Even though we are in the wild, seeing Ding Sitian cooking in an orderly manner and seeing her busy back makes me feel a sense of melancholy. mood, but this mood is very We were soon driven away by hunger, and we discussed it.
The fish here are not afraid of people, which saves us a lot of trouble.
We don't have to fish in troubled waters like in Xing'anling.
We directly found two tree branches and took the old sheepskin "Kangxi Fish".
The sword was sharpened and used as a harpoon.
Of course, if you have a harpoon, you cannot poke randomly in the water.
Instead, you must first hang a kerosene lamp on the water surface to attract the fat black fish.
Next, you must be patient and touch according to signs such as water flow, bubbles, and splashes.
Understand the swimming patterns of fish, because the light is not We were not able to fully grasp the movements of the fish swimming in the water.
Although we were not fully prepared, we still poked seven or eight of the snakehead fish in the pool.
The rest of the larger snakehead fish finally understood that they were in danger and did not even start.
Returned and swam into deep water.
I saw that the fish I caught were big and fat, and they were enough to feed no matter how many people were there.
However, when people are hungry, their eyes become enlarged, and no matter how they looked at it, they seemed to be in small quantities.
So the fat man and I gave the fish to Ding Sitian to put in the pot, and then started again Returning to the pond, we repeated our old plan and forked a few black fish that had just swum from a distance.
Then we felt that it was almost enough to feed four people.
In fact, the fish we caught could be eaten by four more people, not to mention four people.
That's enough.
Ding Sitian told us that the snakehead fish would become dry and inedible after being roasted over fire, so she cut open the belly of the fish with a knife, removed the internal organs, scraped off the scales, cut it into sections and put it into a hot pot.
It looked like a pot of fish soup was going to be cooked.
The hot water vapor is pushing forward, We could only smell the aroma in the pot.
Although there was no condiment, who cared whether it was salty or bland at this time?
We swallowed our saliva to suppress the hunger and stared at the fish in the pot with our eyes wide open.
Almost fell into the pot.
The fat man was so greedy that his saliva dropped.
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He wiped it with his sleeves and said to Ding Sitian and me: "It is said that those guys in the Beidahuang Corps eat soup three meals a day, and they even wrote about the soup."
Poetry, before I drink the soup, I will recite it to you.
Soup, soup, soup.
If you don’t drink the revolutionary soup for one meal, you will feel panic.
If you don’t drink the soup for two meals, you will panic.
If you don’t drink it for three meals, you will feel panic.”
Ding Sitian and I were both amused by Fatty's poem.
Ding Sitian said: "Where did Fatty's poem come from?
It's all old history.
The Great Northern Wilderness used to be very desolate, with rabbits and wolves.
Only weeds grew, not food.
Later, the number of people in the Corps gradually increased, and Beidahuang was built into Beidacang.
I heard that it is much better now, and we no longer need to drink soup all day long.
One of my classmates is the squad leader there, by the way.
What did you two eat in Xing'an League?"
The fat man said, there are so many delicious things over there.
We have eaten dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat in the underground, but I don’t think there is any delicious food.
It is not as good as our fish soup.
This soup is really fresh.
It's a pleasure to smell it.
Ding Sitian wondered: "Is it necessary to eat dragon meat?
Is it true what Old Yangpi said?
There really are dragons in the world."
I explained: "Dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat underground.
This so-called dragon meat is actually the meat in the mountains."
Hazel chicken, its common name is also called Feilong.
Because it is delicious and is the best of mountain delicacies, it is euphemistically called Japanese dragon meat.
In fact, It’s not much different from ordinary pheasants.
I’ll get you two from there next time so you can taste the dragon meat.
But what Xiaopang said is quite right.
I also feel that our fish soup is too fresh. , and no seasonings.
Why does it taste so good?
Maybe it’s because I’m hungry.
Anyway, I don’t think I’ve ever smelled such attractive fish soup in my life.”
As he spoke, the fish soup was almost done, which only made people twitch their index fingers.
Suddenly, he heard a cough behind him.
Lao Yangpi slowly woke up and sniffed the pot of fish soup: "Oh, it smells so good."
What is it, how is it so fragrant?”
When we turned around and saw that he was awake, we all breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that he was unconscious after being overly hungry.
He woke up when he smelled the fish soup.
I thought to myself that I couldn't tell Lao Yangpi that it was fish soup.
Although this old man He is also a poor and lower-middle peasant, but his superstitious thoughts are still very serious in his bones.
The tail of feudalism has not been cut off.
If I tell him that it is fish soup, he will definitely not let us drink it.
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It is better to let him drink it first and then tell him the truth.
Then he will There is nothing left to say.
Thinking of this, I grabbed the horse spoon in his hand without waiting for the fat man to eat first, generously filled a spoonful of soup and handed it to Lao Yangpi: "We educated young people responded to the call to go to the mountains and countryside in order to learn from the poor and lower-middle peasants. , we should listen more to the opinions of the poor and lower-middle peasants and accept the education of the poor and lower-middle peasants.
Come and taste the soup first and comment on how it tastes."
Lao Yangpi might be very hungry, or it might be because the pot of fish soup tasted so fragrant.
When the horse spoon was brought to his mouth, he didn't care to ask any more questions.
He took two sips and drank it, licking his lips, still wanting more. , tremblingly walked to the pot, and drank spoonful after spoonful.
He didn't mind the heat, so he drank half of the pot in one go, and even fished out a lot of the fish inside.
The fat man became anxious when he saw that such a big pot was enough for eight people.
The old man went to half the pot himself.
Why was this dry old man eating so much?
Ding Sitian and I were also dumbfounded, as if we were possessed by a demon.
It tastes endless.
Isn't it going to kill me if I continue to eat like this?
He quickly grabbed Lao Yangpi and said, "Do you know whose meat is cooked in this pot?
I just ate so much without asking.
This is the black fish meat from the pond in the forest." " Lao Yangpi had eaten too much, which made him roll his eyes.
He was shocked when he heard that it was fish meat: "It's a sin even if it's fish meat.
This god has eaten too much, and he will suffer retribution.
He will suffer retribution."
But while he was talking, he seemed to be unable to control his hands, and continued to use a horse spoon to catch fish and eat them.
I saw Lao Yangpi's eyes were blood red, and he looked completely different from usual.
There was no way a person could drink so much fish soup and still look like a hungry ghost.
My heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose. , this pot of fish soup is not drinkable: