Lin Chou walked back and forth along the edge of the dense water plants to check, and picked out a few good spots.
"This is it!"
After putting down the lantern, I dug a circular pit around the lantern like a moat.
Sikong was particularly interested and said,
"Ah, I understand, so this is a trap, right? Thick crabs still tend to the light?"
Lin Chou said,
"These little things were famous for their love of basking in the sun before the catastrophe. They often stood motionless in the mud with a big turtle in their hands. Sometimes the sun dried up the sticky mud and caked it. As a result, the thick crab’s legs were stuck inside and couldn’t be pulled out..."
Huang Dashan scratched his head,
"Then why don't you come during the day? There are a lot of mosquitoes here in the dark."
Then a burst of contempt,
"We have a lot of high-level evolvers, are we trying to catch a crab in a trap? I'm ashamed to say it's a trap. Take a look at what you're digging. Is it true? It's too perfunctory... "
Following the same pattern, a total of six "lamp protection pits" were dug, distributed in different locations.
Lin Chou clapped his hands, not giving Huang Dashan a chance to ramble.
"Let's go over there and wait. These little things are very clever. They won't come out if people are here."
The large and small ethnic groups that can survive the cataclysm era have their own ways of survival.
For example, this little thick crab is now very good at digging holes and "disguising" the entrances and exits of its nest. Its skills have at least reached the master level. From Huang Dashan, I searched all over the world but couldn't find a single thick crab. It can be seen.
A group of people walked to the other side of the beach and sat down around the remaining lantern.
Huang Dashan muttered to himself,
"Amateur, you are really an amateur, you can't dig holes to catch crabs - it's time to show your real skills, let's see your Grandpa Dashan show you the style of the Mingguang Fishing King!"
Thinking about it, it seems that the last person who scratched a similar title on his forehead in front of Lin Chou still hasn't gotten out of his psychological shadow.
Huang Dashan used lively small shrimps as bait and tied the line to the reed pole.
"Have you ever seen crab fishing? Let me tell you, this is a technical job. Most people..."
Sikong reminded,
"So where is the hole?"
Master Shan said nonchalantly,
"What hole?"
Sikong was speechless.
"When you fish for crabs, you have to find out where the crab holes are first..."
Huang Dashan fell into thinking and finally realized something was wrong.
"I knocked, and I said why is it so awkward? It turns out there is no hole!"
Lin Chou smiled and pulled away a piece of reed.
"Come and see~"
I picked up a few cattails and put the white and tender heart of the cattails into my mouth to chew.
A slight refreshing astringency lingers in the mouth, followed by a sweetness with a grassy flavor.
"Kacha kacha"
"Kacha kacha"
Mr. Sikong wiped his mouth with his sleeve without any image.
“It’s delicious!”
Lin Chou distributed several other cabbage sums to Leng Han and others, pointed to the thick roots of cattail grass and said,
"Did you see it?"
Huang Dashan scratched his head,
"What are you looking at?"
"Aren't our distinguished Lord Mingguang Fishing King going to catch crabs? Let me first show you what Hou Crab's 'home' looks like."
Huang Dashan felt as if his eyes were blind at this moment.
"Where is it, where is it...I knocked, but I didn't see anything?"
There is a lot of silt attached to the roots of the cabbage. The small circle around it looks a little higher than the muddy ground where there are no water plants. But if you look around, there are some crab holes. The mud is exactly the same, even in the eyes. None!
"How can you still catch crabs with your eyesight?" Lin Chou said scornfully, "Look here, do you see those bulrushes among them?"
Huang Dashan stretched out a finger and slapped it down, and said with a look of surprise,
"I said, there is really a hole under the root!"
"Gujiguji~"
Huang Dashan acted as if he hadn't heard the terrible sound, he was picking at it with all his strength.
"Interesting!"
In the end, half of the arms were inserted.
"Why are you so old and deep? What a big thing... Damn it... there are two holes... What should I do... Which one should I choose... If I choose one and the other, it will be ruined... "
Lin Chou laughed and asked,
"Are you still fishing?"
"..."
In fact, this little thing could probably dig a hole in the mud faster than Huang Dashan. Before he could touch it, he had already dug another passage and escaped.
Fifteen minutes later, Master Shan sat down on the ground, looking at the dozens of square meters of river beach that he had plowed and the half-octopus clip in his hand, and couldn't help laughing.
Half of the octopus clip was the product of excessive force, and the other half was probably turned into mud. As for the complete one, it was barely the size of Shan Ye's thumb.
Huang Dashan threw away the small thing in his hand and sneered, "Haha!"
A few people were waiting here from a distance. The five lanterns the size of lantern beans over there were dimly lit, but there was still no movement.
Huang Dashan came up with words,
"Is that okay? Why hasn't there been any movement?"
Lin Chou signaled Huang Dashan to be patient, but Huang Dashan twisted his mouth in disdain.
While several people were talking, several octopus clippers appeared in the area covered by the lights, "looking" around staggeringly and cautiously, and then without hesitation, they stepped into the air and fell directly into the "light guard pit".
After more than ten seconds, the little thing successfully climbed out of the pit.
The broken foot was clamped in the big turtle, and the remaining seven feet quickly disappeared into the darkness with the wind blowing on their soles, accompanied by the soft sound of gravel.
"..."
Huang Dashan smacked his lips,
"You're running pretty fast. Let me tell you, Lin Zi, is it confirmed that the trap you've been working on for half an hour has failed? Why don't you go and get your ingredients back?"
Lin Chou: "Shh~"
Huang Dashan began to feel that Mr. Lin was trying to save his face, some kind of trap or some kind of phototaxis. At least you, Mr. Shan, and I caught a dozen or so of those little things.
After a while, the river beach illuminated by the lantern seemed to be boiling, and there were small sounds of "chachacha" everywhere.
Huang Dashan took a closer look,
"I said..."
Pieces of square-shaped octopus clips emerged from the river, under the water plants, and in the mud, gathered together, and surrounded the five lanterns. In the darkness, there seemed to be a posture that could not be seen at a glance——
"so much??"
Leng Han noticed that among the thick crabs closest to the lantern, there was a seven-legged one, and the little guy still had the last leg clamped in his big turtle.
There are more and more octopus clips, and it seems that the original color of the river beach cannot be seen. The total number of octopus clips is probably several thousand kilograms.
The five lanterns were completely surrounded, and the octopus clippers still rushed into the pit without hesitation like their original friends - and then found that the pit seemed to be a bit deep, and it was easy to break their legs.
Soon, the lamp pit was filled up.
Lin Chou waved his hand,
"Pack!"
Everyone rushed forward, each holding a sack that had been prepared in advance, and filled the sack into the big pit.
Sikong screamed as he desperately pulled the pile of octopus clips into the bag,
"Hey, let me go, there are too many, I can't pretend...it's too enjoyable..."
Even Leng Han had a little smile on his face.
When everyone rushed over, the Octopus Clippers immediately retreated in all directions, like a tide that came and went quickly, less than a minute later. Although this group was small, their movements were not slow at all. Not a single one of the little ones could be seen.
Sikong weighed the sack in his hand.
"Is this bag leaking? It was quite enjoyable just filling it... Why is it so small..."
Huang Dashan's bag is a little fuller than Sikong's, but not too much. If Sikong's bag contains more than ten kilograms, Shanye's bag is only about twenty kilograms.
Master Shan said,
"Just now, Lieutenant Leng, I should have shot you with a big freezing technique, and I'll have several thousand kilograms~"
Sikong rolled his eyes.
"Why are you so young and boring? What's the fun in that?"
Huang Dashan straightened his back,
"Usually I don't start thinking about fun until I'm full."
Lin Chou looked at the harvest,
"Two more waves will probably be enough for a meal. It can't be frozen. If it is frozen, it will be useless."
Huang Dashan opened the shell of a octopus clip,
"Hey, there's also ointment here - but this thing is only so big and still has a shell. It takes a lot of effort to get a full meal."
"That's why we need to catch more. Don't forget that all of you are real big eaters."
After waiting for more than an hour, the army of octopus clippers, who had gone through many "scout" tests, regrouped and charged towards the lantern once again.
Well, at the same time, it also checked Lin Chou's food reserves, and the octopus clips he caught could fill a large sack.
Huang Dashan said sadly,
"Well, actually, I'm already...hungry..."
Sikong smiled slightly,
"You have a ready-made river in front of you. Comrade Mingguang Fishing King, aren't you going to show off your skills? In fact, it would be nice to grill a fish here~"
"That's necessary." Huang Dashan's eyes lit up, "Learn more!"
After saying that, the pallet ax sank into his dantian.
"Pa~"
The axe, which was as big as a door panel, was struck horizontally on the water with its original power. It was like a torpedo was thrown into the mountain stream, and it suddenly erupted. All the crackling fish, shrimps and crabs were blown out and brutally dismembered.
The only one that is relatively complete is the river mussel.
Of course, the so-called complete means that the shell has been completely broken, and the raw mussel meat is relatively complete.
Huang Dashan picked through a bunch of things that were barely whole, and raised his eyebrows very proudly.
"How's it going?"
Everyone: "..."
This is how you got the title of Mingguang Fishing King. You are not as good as Qin Wuyong when riding a horse!
Lin Chou glanced at it and became angry.
"Nima, aren't these all the crispy meats I raised?"
Ever since, Master Shan ran off to collect firewood as if he was running away.
The bonfire was quickly lit up, and the fish was skewered on cumin-scented wire vines, and each person grilled one in his hand with great interest.
A simple tripod was set up on the bonfire, and an even simpler freshly polished stone pot hung dangling on it.
What is stewed in the stone pot is mussel meat and cattail sprouts soup. Before the soup starts to boil, the mussel meat and cattail sprouts soak the soup into a milky white color, which makes it look attractive.
In the distance, insects and beasts roared in Mang Cangzu Mountain, the mountain stream gurgled around everyone, and the charming aroma of burnt fish and jumping flames rose together - not to mention that it was really a bit of an artistic conception.
Sikong was afraid that he would never have this kind of experience in his life. He couldn't move his eyes away from his own fish.
"It's great...this is life...the fish smells so good without any seasoning..."
Before Sikong finished speaking, Boss Lin took out a bunch of bottles and cans from his clothes as if no one was watching, pinched out a little of this and sprinkled a little of that, finished seasoning the fish for himself and Leng Han, and finally poured it out from the lantern. A little otter oil gave the two fishes a full body massage.
"Salt, chili pepper, star anise, cumin, lemongrass, cinnamon...Why the hell am I talking about this..."
At this moment, Sikong's heart was broken - where was the trust between people? ?
"Lin! Chou!"
"What are you doing?"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier if you had some seasoning?"
"You didn't even ask~"
After that, there was inevitably another fight between you and me. Those strange small bottles were not very big in total, and they definitely didn't contain enough seasonings for everyone, especially salt.
If Wu Ke were present, he would definitely be familiar with these bottles and jars: test tubes, plastic-tipped droppers, wide-mouth bottles, conical flasks... Yes, that's right, in fact, they originally belonged to Wu Ke and Wu Of scientific researchers.
"Hot, hot, hot... the fish is ready, the fish is ready..."
The smile on Sikong's face was unstoppable, and he just took a bite of the fish.
The elastic, tough and crispy meat texture of the fish is very different from ordinary fish. When you bite it, it seems to turn into several balls rolling around in your mouth.
Although it is very tough, the fish meat is extremely delicate.
If the fish skin hadn't been crispy at the same time, the abundant moisture and oil would have made Sikong think the fish was steamed.
"It can be said to be the best grilled fish I have ever eaten in my life," Sikong raised his thumb, "Linzi, can you take me with you when you go out again??"
Lin Chou sighed silently.
Don’t tell me that you didn’t eat the exquisite grilled fish that was dried and cooked before and tamarisk was used as skewers. It’s not so complimentary!
Mr. Sikong may have never had such a meal in such an environment in his life. Everything feels very fresh and worth looking forward to. Perhaps what is more deadly than self-imagining is this kind of self-supporting player.
"Let me try the soup~"
What everyone used to drink the soup was simply the broken shells of river clams. After breaking them a few times, they could be used as spoons.
The cabbage hearts in the milky white soup have long since softened, and they look like tender bamboo shoots as they float. The mussel meat itself is very juicy. As the flames lick the bottom of the stone pot, the water in the mussel meat precipitates. A pot of fresh soup has the feeling that the more it stews, the more it gets.
"Suck~"
The soup is as smooth as coconut milk in the mouth, but slightly thicker. The natural taste is like delicious oysters gradually melting in the mouth.
The slightly green and slightly bitter taste of the bamboo shoots becomes the best seasoning at this time. Even if you don't taste it carefully, there is no need to worry that the right "bitterness" or "astringency" will be ignored.
On the contrary, when you look for it deliberately, the soup in your mouth is only delicious and sweet.
While drinking, Huang Dashan suddenly slapped his forehead,
"Damn it, do you think something is missing?"
Everyone:
"emmmmmmm"
"Seems to be..."
"Eh, eh? Where's the lantern we put over there? Why is it still dark?"
"Cio!"
