Life during the period when the system was disconnected was still going according to plan. How she lived the past seventeen years was how she still lives now.
Yunling wrote a letter to her family, telling them that she would be able to return home before the end of the year.
The driver of the garment factory also sent some grains, fruits and vegetables produced by the system to Aunt Jing and Huanhuan, which are all things that should exist in this season.
The rest of the time is as plain as water, flowing quietly.
Until the village began to prepare for fishing and hunting in Mugan Lake.
Private fishing is currently not allowed, but there are still fish that slip through the net and are fished secretly. As long as the net is not caught, no one cares about the few fish.
This kind of behavior is different in nature from the winter fishing festival organized by the county. Basically, the commune selects people to lead the winter fishing festival, and the county militia will also escort them.
This activity will continue until the end of the year. The fish and prey obtained will be handed over to the public after calculating the work points. Most of them will be exported to various cities. During the New Year holidays, they will basically be sold out. If there is any leftover, it will be distributed back to the commune on a per capita basis. , and the final points were distributed to the villagers one by one.
Each person can basically get about five kilograms of fish every year.
Generally speaking, winter fishing and hunting are more popular in Lin Province next door, but there is also a large freshwater lake under Hongqi Commune, which can fully support the fish consumption of a county throughout the year.
According to historical records, from the beginning of the contract to the present, people have gone to Mugan Lake every year to hold spring alms bowls, cut ice to catch fish, chase eagles and hunt geese, hold fish feasts, banquet ministers and envoys, discuss politics and diplomacy, and return in spring.
In the past, there were many cumbersome procedures such as offering sacrifices to the lake, praying for blessings, toasting with wine, and waking up the net, but now everything is simplified.
The initial fishing and hunting is actually very simple.
Build a straw shed on the thick ice, dig a hole in the ice, wait for a large number of fish to swim to the hole for air, and then stab it with a fork.
Later, it evolved into using a wire fence to lower it for fishing.
Nowadays, it is basically a team division of labor. Several communes have selected teams, led by old fish leaders who have been passed down from generation to generation. There are about a hundred or so fishing experts with rich experience. Most of them trace their ancestry to the Hezhe tribe.
An experienced fish leader has a very good eye for finding schools of fish.
When the fish breathe, they will produce dense small bubbles. Old Man Shi can know where the fish are by just walking on the ice. In addition, it depends on whether the fish is moving or not. If the fish is swimming in the ice water, it proves that the fish has not left.
The troops would place a circle of red flags around the area of activity that he had designated in advance, and then soldiers would stand guard every few meters around the area to prevent onlookers from running around.
Yunling was not immune to the customs and came to join in the fun. After all, almost everyone in the village brigade would come to watch this annual event.
Chu Songlan's legs can already reach the ground. As long as she walks slower than usual, there won't be much problem in walking normally. Qian Li was supporting her next to her, with an excited look on her face. She could not hide her excitement. From time to time, she stood on tiptoes and looked into the distance.
She murmured to herself: "Why isn't there such an event in the capital?"
Yunling held Chu Songlan's arm on the other side and explained: "There are some, but they are basically concentrated in reservoirs, not like the big rivers and lakes here."
She once skated on the ice of Shijiao Sea in the capital city. It was the same deserted place, but it was a different feeling.
At that time, I was gliding along with the skates, feeling free and carefree.
At this time, I saw a crowd of people and loud music and drums.
As the trumpet sounds, pile driving, ice cutting, canal digging, net casting, and net pulling are all done in one go.
It was more than 30 degrees below zero, and the cold wind rolled up the fine snow slag, scratching the cheeks like tiny needles. Everyone wears a large cotton-padded jacket, two cotton-padded trousers, and a strong and cold-resistant dog-skin hat on their head, wrapped up like a meat dumpling.
Led by Old Man Shi, everyone passed the big net through each ice cave, using poles, twisting spears and walking hooks to stretch the big net into a huge encirclement under the ice layer more than 50 centimeters thick, slowly covering it without even noticing it. Dangerous schools of fish.
A few hours later, several teams simultaneously urged their horses and whips, pulled the winch, and slowly pulled the big net out of the glacier.
Compared with Lin Province's famous annual output of nearly 10 million during the fishing and hunting season, Bin County's annual output is only three-tenths of that, but even so, it is enough to keep people full during the Chinese New Year.
Nature's gifts are especially valuable in times of scarcity of food and clothing. Nowadays, many people cannot afford to eat, so they naturally have no idea of continuing the cycle. They are almost all trying their best to catch fish.
After all, the more you catch, the less hungry you will be.
What's more, this kind of open fishing only happens once a year, so you can't get as much as you can out of the fun!
Everyone was immersed in the great joy of the harvest and did not notice that there was some commotion in the crowd.
"Who saw Wang Shu?"
Captain Zhao yelled at the top of his lungs. As soon as he turned his head, he found that there was one missing person in the head count. Only when he saw a pair of names did he realize that the grandson of Carpenter Lao Wang was missing.
"Has anyone seen where Wang Shu went?"
He shouted again, his voice louder and a little anxious.
When we arrived, each commune, each brigade, and each village planned its own fixed scope of activities, led by the village chief or brigade captain.
Seeing that today's fishing and hunting is about to end, when I go back to the village, there is one less person. Who is not worried about who should be left behind?
Especially on this lake where there are holes in the ice everywhere, it is easy to fall if you are not careful, and it is very fatal to rescue you if you fall in.
Captain Zhao was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He was afraid that something might happen to Wang Shu, so he immediately reported it to the surrounding troops and militia, asking them to help find someone.
Just when he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, a militiaman suddenly tied a thick hemp rope around himself to a nearby wooden stake, and then jumped down into the ice cave.
"Hurry and save people!"
The crowd around them screamed and exclaimed: "You can't freeze to death at 40 degrees below zero!"
"Quick! Pull him up quickly!"
Before the soldiers could swarm over and pull the rope, the militiaman grabbed the rope and swam ashore, lying on the ice shivering.
There was also a young child in his arms.
——It’s Wang Shu.
Yunling shouted: "Quickly change out of his wet clothes and put on two more cotton-padded jackets!"
A militia comrade named Ni Tao was patrolling near Yongsheng Village before, but this time he was transferred to help.
When he saw Wang Shu accidentally falling into the water, he immediately jumped in to save people with quick thinking.
Ni Tao's consciousness was very clear, and other than shivering from the cold, he was fine for the time being.
Yunling squeezed through the crowd and shouted loudly: "Give me a moment, please give way. I am a doctor! Let me go in and take a look first!"
Everyone immediately cleared a path.
Yunling knelt down and leaned over, tested her breathing, and found that there was no obvious change in the respiratory rate, and there was also a normal cough reflex, which proved that the symptoms of drowning were mild.
She turned Wang Shu over and let him lie on his side on the flat ice. With his head tilted down, she pried open his mouth, spread his teeth with her fingers, and began to clean the secretions from his mouth and nose.
Because of Ni Tao's timely rescue, Wang Shu was only given a few mouthfuls of water, but there was no other foreign matter in his throat.
Yunling stretched out her right palm and hit the child's back shoulder quickly and continuously, not only to keep the airway open, but also to prevent the tongue muscle from drooping and blocking the airway.
Next is drainage.
——She knelt down with her left leg and her right leg, making Wang Shu lie prone on the bent knee, with his head and feet hanging down. Then he shook his thighs regularly to pour out the water accumulated in the airway.
After completing such a set of laborious treatment work, Yunling was already a little tired.
She felt sorry for herself, and she should exercise more, otherwise she wouldn't be able to keep up with her physical strength.
When I first came here, it was just in time for the autumn harvest. Although I was too tired to get up from the kang, my physical strength was conservatively estimated to be several times stronger than it is now.
That is to say, after opening the clinic, she sat there every day and ignored this problem.
Fortunately, Yunling did not need to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Wang Shu was completely conscious and his heartbeat gradually returned to normal.
Fortunately he wasn't serious, otherwise I really don't know what unforeseen tragedy would have resulted.
