After Old Chen carried the net and took the pond, Cen Jiahua could really get into it. Water suits were really a very depressing thing. In the past, even when he was in the water, Cen Jiahua was usually barefoot and it was easy to pull it out in the mud. However, when he put on the waterproof suit, Cen Jiahua felt very uncomfortable, and every step was a bit difficult.

However, everyone wears this way, and Cen Jiahua is not very good at being unconventional and always has to walk with the people. In late autumn, the water temperature is about 1c degree. If you soak in water for a long time, it is really not an easy task. Besides, this pond has not been dredged for five years, and there are probably a lot of foreign objects such as snail shells and other foreign objects accumulated in it. In order to prevent it, everyone had to do it with caution.

Stepping on the slippery mud, Cen Jiahua walked towards the center of the pond with his feet high and low. He could only ignore the small fish and shrimps that were constantly wriggling in the mud at his feet, because there were more and bigger goals ahead.

When he arrived at the center of the pond, Cen Jiahua saw the figures of swimming fish everywhere in this small puddle. The water was mixed up by the fish's constantly swimming body, and he couldn't see the situation at the bottom of the water. From time to time, some panicked fish rushed into the mud above the puddle, and realized that he had no way to escape and could only jump weakly on the mud.

Standing in the water, Cen Jiahua could feel countless swimming fish running around her calves. This experience was very fun. Seeing that others had already started to catch fish with net bags, Cen Jiahua naturally was unwilling to fall behind. She picked up the net bag in her hand and sucked it into the water.

The density of fish in the puddle is already very high. At this time, there is no need for any skill to catch fish. Just look inside the net bag. Even if the swimming fish are flexible in the water, facing the few remaining space for movement, they can only watch themselves trapped by the net bag. The fish trapped by the net are naturally unwilling to be caught like this, and they keep struggling in the net bag and looking rather than die.

For a moment, the child who was trapped by everyone was jumping desperately in the net bag, throwing the mud and water on his body everywhere. The black mud and water were flying among the crowd like raindrops, and everyone was caught off guard and turned into a big face.

As soon as everyone looked at me and I looked at you, they all laughed in unison. Suddenly, a feeling called happiness filled the pond, and the scene became even more lively.

Cen Jiahua caught several fish in the first step, which was a good start. Cen Jiahua picked up a red carp with about two pounds of pounds that he had caught in the net and poured the remaining small fish into another fish box.

Generally speaking, fishmongers with a large fish of more than one or two pounds will give good prices. After all, these are the mainstream of supplying residents in the market. As for those small fish with only a few taels of weight, they are often suppressed very low by price reduction, often less than one-fifth of the big fish. However, in previous years, villagers could only sell them helplessly because they could not keep hundreds of pounds of small fish to eat them?

This year, Cen Jiahua specially ordered these small fish from Lao Chen. The price was slightly higher than that of fishmongers. Therefore, when fishing the fish, everyone would open the size and size into the fish box and sell them back.

If you have never cleared the pond for five years, there are really some big fish inside. Every time you have caught five or six kilograms of big fish, everyone cheered. Even the people standing on the shore watching the fun began to discuss. Cen Jiahua himself caught a grass carp with seven or eight kilograms of big fish. After putting her slender body into the fish box, she had a small tail exposed.

"Xiao Cen, this grass carp is for cooking fish tonight. You have to take action yourself." Old Chen looked at the more and more fish caught. Don't mention the joy in his heart. His face was flushed and he even felt that the fatigue caused by staying up late last night seemed to have disappeared. His face was as if he smiled at a bright chrysanthemum.

After repeated practice, Cen Jiahua's cooking skills are already well-known in Rongshu Village. Chen was so relieved to hand over some banquets to Cen Jiahua to chef. For Cen Jiahua, identity, status and money are not the most important thing. The key is to feel happiness.

When hanging out with the villagers, Cen Jiahua could feel that they were enthusiastic from the bottom of their hearts and did not have much interest disputes between homes. Therefore, Cen Jiahua would not take the initiative to stay away from the villagers' circles because of his identity. After all, this kind of interaction without barriers is very comfortable.

After a long time, the people did not regard Cen Jiahua as an outsider. They could joke with him freely, and they could also regard Cen Jiahua as a member of the village.

"There is no problem with this. I'll get the banquet tonight." Cen Jiahua said with a smile while throwing the fish in her hand into the fish box.

"Jiahua, get some mushrooms you stock and make a stewed chicken with mushrooms." Tan Xiaosong, who was working with a companion to carry a fish box to the shore, heard Cen Jiahua's

He said loudly over and over.

"Do you even know this?" Cen Jiahua was a little surprised when she heard this, and was stunned for a moment before she realized.

"The last time you were having dinner at my house on September 9th, didn't you bring a lot of them? Everyone knows that you have a lot of top-quality mushrooms." Old Chen, who was standing next to him, took over the conversation and answered Cen Jiahua's confusion.

In the past summer, Cen Jiahua was forced to stay in the manor for most of the time, unless something happened, he spent most of his time wandering around in Lianhua Mountain. The result of a summer was that there were many more private treasures in the warehouse, from ordinary mushrooms and fungus to rare matsutake mushrooms.

Cen Jiahua basically ate these mushrooms with her family, and occasionally brought some of them when she was having dinner at Old Chen's house. I didn't expect that everyone still remembers them.

Nowadays, because there are many businesses that make money in Rongshu Village, villagers rarely go into the mountains to pick wild mushrooms and sell them. After all, even if you wander around the mountains for most of the day, you can only collect a little bit of mushrooms, and the investment and harvest are basically not proportional to the harvest.

It is also a guy like Cen Jiahua who has both room and energy that can spend most of the summer in the mountains and forests, just to pick some mushrooms to satisfy the desire for the mouth.

But by the way, the wild mushrooms picked by Cen Jiahua can be regarded as delicacies, which completely condense the essence of the mountains, making people unable to forget them.

Tan Xiaosong had eaten it once at Old Chen's house, and then he thought about Cen Jiahua's matsutake mushrooms. Unfortunately, he was embarrassed to speak.

After finally getting such a good opportunity, how could Tan Xiaosong not take the opportunity to propose it?

"I didn't ask this: I'll get another one in the manor later~ and come down with the pheasant, and everyone will have a good meal tonight!" Seeing that everyone was still very comfortable with their mushroom stewed chicken, Cen Jiahua immediately stopped being pretentious and agreed generously.

When everyone heard Cen Hua’s promise, they were all happy. After all, in this slightly cold season, after working for a day, it was really a pleasant thing to drink steaming and fragrant stewed pheasant with mushrooms when you went back.

It is easy to do things. In a blink of an eye, the big fish in the puddle were caught, leaving only some small fish and shrimps. Seeing that there were very few big fish that could be sold, Lao Chen began to ask the people who came to help to pick up all kinds of small fish, shrimps and snails from the water and mud. After washing it in the water, it poured into the fish box.

Everyone knows that these small fish and shrimp were prepared for the migratory birds in Cen Jiahua's manor, so they were naturally full of energy and started to work hard. For a moment, the atmosphere of the scene became more and more intense.

Old Chen also asked the half-aged men who were waiting on the shore to come down to fish. Old Chen was in a good mood naturally would not care about this loss. Twenty or thirty little kids were scattered in every corner of the pond. From time to time, someone caught mullets or pond horn fish, and bursts of exclamations and laughter.

The originally quiet pond suddenly became lively, especially in order to catch fish, some boys simply ignored the mud under their feet and slid into the mud, causing bursts of laughter.

The little kid is so active because Cen Jiahua also paid two yuan per kilogram to buy the little fish and shrimp they caught, so they naturally went all out.

Seeing that the purpose of today has basically reached, Lao Chen took his men to the ashore and started trading with the fishmongers waiting for him. As for the small fish and shrimps, Cen Jiahua didn't have to worry too much. She just waited for Lao Chen to finish the work and took it to the manor and put it into the dam surrounded by the shallows.

Seeing that he had nothing to do with him, Cen Jiahua rode back to the manor on the little white dragon and began to take a bath. She soaked in the mud for most of the day. Although she was isolated from a waterproof suit, she was inevitably stained by mud during the fishing process, and she still had a strange smell on her body.

When Cen Jiahua came out from downstairs, he happened to meet Wu Fang and quickly told him to wait for Lao Chen to send the fish up, and then immediately put it down to the dam of the reed marsh and the shallows. Although these fish and shrimp were damaged, they probably would not survive for a long time, but it was still more than enough to serve as feed to migratory birds.

After explaining it clearly, Cen Jiahua hunted two pheasants from the pheasant farm, then took out a bag of treasured mushrooms from the warehouse and went straight to Lao Chen's house.

That night, Cen Jiahua tried his best to make a large table of good dishes, which made people who came to help today praise it. In the cold late autumn, eating delicious dishes and then drinking warm homemade glutinous rice wine, this feeling of happiness is unforgettable no matter what.

Cen Jiahua, who found the source of feed for migratory birds, was in a very good mood. He rarely invited him to drink and fucked several men. At this time, everyone realized that Cen Jiahua, who did not show any signs of drinking, turned out to be so good at drinking!

It’s true that wine is so fragrant that it’s drunk!

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