No fish were taken away by Yang Dongxu, not even a smaller one. This made Yang Dongxu so crazy that his butt almost burst into flames. He felt like he was at a huge loss for not eating a single fish. The male workers stayed for the meeting and left to do whatever else they had to do.
After a hurried lunch, Yang Dongxu suddenly became happy. Daliang, who had been beaten in the morning, and a few other kids came over. The children in the four houses in the village were also as happy as if they were celebrating a festival.
Dong Dong Dong... The sound of impact came from the trenches of the four houses in the village.
It's okay that there is still water flowing slowly under the ice in the river, but the water in the trench of the house is not flowing at all. The frozen and solid ice has been broken open, and there is no need to lower the net at all. It is already trapped under the ice. A week's worth of fish were popping and popping out.
Pick up those weighing more than two kilograms and throw them into the basket. Those weighing less than two kilograms are placed in a tank with water that has been prepared in advance. After the big fish have picked them up, they are thrown back. In this age, big fish are so willful. I’ll keep the small fish and keep raising them for next year.
I don’t know how many years the fish in the ditch of the house have not been cleaned. In addition, the water has not been dried all year round. Each of the hundreds of households in the four houses has divided at least twenty kilograms of fish.
Yang Dongxu’s family shared the heaviest fish, because in addition to the fish shared in the house, the big black fish caught by the grandfather in the morning came to their basket.
Although there are a few neighbors nearby who are very envious, there is no shortage of fish in every house now. It’s okay to take a second look. How did this fish come about? During the meeting at the threshing floor at noon, the village chief had already said that they had nothing to do. Hot-eyed.
Besides, if it weren't for Yang Dongxu's little brats making trouble, Zhaizihao, who hadn't fished during the Chinese New Year, wouldn't have been able to fish on broken ice at this time.
"Take your sister to the side to play. She smells like fish. If you get water again, I'll beat you up." Yang Dongxu's mother, who was holding a basin with cut and marinated fish pieces, saw that Yang Dongxu was picking on Yang Dongxu with his sister. The fish bubbles that dad cleaned up were stepped on and roared.
"Go away, or you won't be allowed to eat at night." At this time, Yang's father, who was concentrating on cleaning the fish, realized what his son was doing with a stick and picking out the fish. He wanted to reach out and slap Yang Dongxu on the butt, but found that his hands were all wet. It was fish scales and water, so he threatened.
Yang Dongxu wanted to remind his parents that the nutritional value of fish soaks was very high and they could be left to eat, but he didn’t know how to say it because rural people in these days didn’t eat fish soaks. Now that I can't play, I can only lead my sister away.
"Dad Ying, do you think there is something wrong with Xuzi?" Yang's mother, who was frying the fish with some oil and then steaming it, frowned when she looked at Yang Dongxu, who was playing with his sister.
The mother was obviously attentive and felt that her son seemed a little different from before. Of course, the movie dad calls Yang Dongxu’s dad. Rural parents sometimes call each other by the name of their first child.
Yang Dongxu's sister is called Hongying, so her mother calls Yang Dongxu's father Yingba, and his father calls Yang Dongxu's mother Yingmama. This is a nickname between husband and wife that no one else will call. If outsiders called Yang Dongxu's parents, for example, they would call Hongying her father and Hongying her mother, using both names instead of just one word.
"It's nothing. Maybe I'm just sick and my body is a little weak. I'll be fine after a while." Father Yang turned his head and glanced at Yang Dongxu who was playing at the door of the main room and said.
"Maybe." Yang's mother glanced at her son, still a little unsure, but for a moment she couldn't tell what was wrong with her son, and then changed the topic: "Can the land allocation you mentioned two days ago come true?"
The so-called land distribution is the rural land contracting policy. Now all rural land belongs to collectives and is not contracted to households. The initial land contracting policy was not approved by the higher authorities, but was allocated by farmers themselves at their own risk, with Xiaogang Village in FY County being the pioneer.
Yangjiacun, like Xiaogang Village, also belongs to Wan Province but is not a county. Yangjiacun belongs to Chengwang County, which will be one of the future Beijing-Kowloon Railway hubs in Chengwang City. It is located on the North China Plain north of the Huaihe River and is not very far from FY County.
Although communication is not developed these days, because the distance is not very far, and it is a matter of great impact and loss of head, the matter of private land distribution in Xiaogang Village years ago has been spread. This is also the reason why Yang Dongxu's father always goes to the production team for meetings these days.
"I'm not sure. The production team held a conference two days ago and didn't come up with a charter. On the way back, I quietly asked Big Daddy (his name for uncle) and he couldn't tell. I just know that no one in that village was arrested. .”
"As long as you're not caught, it's fine." Yang's mother became more energetic.
Nowadays, it is not the case that everyone was enthusiastic about achieving the goal of communism ten years ago. With the stability of society, people's lives have been greatly improved compared to before, and naturally they have more and more ideas.
For example, collective labor was very active in the past, but now they are basically working as foreigners, especially when they are still paid a lot of work points. This makes collective production more and more inefficient, and many farmers have different ideas.
"It's hard to say. It's just a private division of the land. Doesn't this mean that the landowners will be criticized?" Yang's father was obviously unsure and kept shaking his head.
Yang Dongxu, who had been coaxing his sister to play at the door of the hall, ran over at this time: "Dad, I want to go to Grandpa Zhou's place to read."
"Read a book! What book are you reading? You can't read a word if you don't know it." Father Yang stared at his son in shock.
"Play with your little sister for a while, and there will be fish to eat later." Yang's mother coaxed.
Yang Dongxu, who was still about to say something, saw the look in his father's eyes, and ran back to the hall door to play with his sister. If he said any more, he would be beaten.
The grandfather Zhou that Yang Dongxu said was not from Yangjia Village, but was sent to Yangjia Village for labor reform by the reactionaries who were criticized by the superiors. He lived in a house where farm tools were stored next to the cowshed in the threshing floor.
It is said that he was a great intellectual who used to teach at a university in Yanjing. When he first came to Yangjia Village, he lived in a shack. Later, he became seriously ill and almost died.
Although rural people were poor at that time, they were very simple and would not abuse others even when facing strangers. What's more, rural people respected intellectuals.
Therefore, although the villagers do not have much contact with Mr. Zhou due to the general environment, they will help him from time to time. In the words of Grandpa Yang Dongxu: "No one has starved to death in the disaster years. If he had starved to death in our village, People from all over the country will poke holes in the backbone of our Yangjia Village."
Gradually, after the most chaotic years have passed, the evil winds from outside will slowly blow into the countryside. After a few years, everyone became familiar with it. Grandpa Yang Dongxu took the initiative to give Mr. Zhou the adobe house where debris was stored in the threshing floor.
Yang Dongxu's grandfather, Yang Lan, was really a thoughtful person, and he also knew some medical skills, but he was just a two-swordsman. Two years ago, I had a sore on my calf and when I treated it by myself, I touched a nerve. Although my leg was fine, I was a little lame when I walked. Since then, I have never used my medical skills.
Yang Dongxu's great-grandfather had two daughters and only one son, so Yang Dongxu's family was a bit weak in Yangjiacun. After Yang Dongxu was born, in order to let his eldest grandson have some success, Yang Dongxu's grandfather gritted his teeth and found Mr. Zhou, the only big intellectual in the village, to name Yang Dongxu.
Yang Dongxu's nickname is not Xuzi, but Yang Xu, which means the rising sun. Dong is his seniority and Xu is his name. His full name should be Yang Xu, but when he adds his seniority, it becomes Yang Dongxu.
At this time, Yang Dongxu mentioned that Mr. Zhou naturally did not really want to read a book, but wanted to find a way for future development.
If he remembered correctly, Mr. Zhou was sent back to Yanjing by ordinary students when he was in the third grade of elementary school. At that time, transportation and communications were really backward, so Mr. Zhou never returned to Yangjiacun after he left.
At that time, Yang Dongxu didn't pay attention to Mr. Zhou's affairs, and all his energy was focused on playing with his school friends. I only heard from time to time that Mr. Zhou sent some things to the great grandfather, but after the great grandfather passed away, I didn’t hear much about it.
But one thing is very clear, that is, Mr. Zhou will definitely be rehabilitated and returned to Yanjing in a few years. Not to mention being developed or becoming a high official. Even going back to university to become a teacher would be a big help to Yang Dongxu.
Since you know this news in advance, you naturally start to contact lesbians at this time. You can't wait until you see someone prosperous before you get involved, right? The icing on the cake is not as deep as the friendship that comes when the time is right.
But just now, with the idea of reading a book, the idea of sending a fish to Mr. Zhou to have a relationship first obviously didn't work. If I say a few more words, my butt will be blown. I have to think of other ways.
As someone who has experienced it, Yang Dongxu strongly believes that braised big black fish is the best choice, but those silver carp and chopped pepper fish heads are where they belong.
It's a pity that as a little kid, he can't give advice now, and with his mother's cooking skills, it seems that he can't cook these delicacies, so he can only rely on his own efforts.
The fish in Yang Dongxu's memory is more fried during the Chinese New Year, but usually it is fried. For example, the fish pieces are now coated with a layer of flour, fried on the surface until it is slightly undercooked by the oil, and then put into a noodle pot and cooked.
It is indeed more fragrant to wrap the fish in flour and fry it, or pan-fry it. But what Yang Dongxu's parents are doing now has nothing to do with making the food more delicious.
The reason why the fish pieces are coated in flour is that I want the fish pieces to be bigger, and the flour wrapped in the fish pieces definitely tastes much better than ordinary pancakes, steamed buns, etc. It also has the taste of fish in it, which is equivalent to eating more fish. . This was a popular practice in times of scarcity.
Although the cooking techniques and methods are wrong, the advantage is that they are all wild fish without any pollution, so they can be treated as steamed. So Yang Dongxu ate happily. After half a bowl of noodles, the rest of the stomach space was completely filled with fish. Yang Dongxu finally felt satisfied after two days of rebirth.
After dinner the next morning, sister Hongying continued to go to school. Yang Dongxu's father was called to a meeting again, but this time it was not a production team but a threshing floor, and it was a village meeting.
This meeting was obviously related to yesterday's fish sharing, so Yang Dongxu's father looked a little solemn when he left. His mother was a little worried and went to the neighbor's house to see if she could get some information.
Yang Dongxu was not worried at all. With a heartless smile on his face and wearing crotchless pants, he also ran towards the threshing floor. However, he did not go to the granary to watch the meeting, but went to the cowshed at the other end.
