59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

Zhou Jing and Chen Jianjun came back at noon and were completely stunned when they saw the pickled fish in the kitchen.

"Did you catch this?"

Zhou Jing looked at Chen Feng.

Zhou Fubo and Chen Hao answered quickly.

"Yes, Dad (Uncle)."

"Where did you catch so many sea wolves? Did you encounter a school of sea wolves?"

"We fished in the deep ditch. We also let go a lot of small waves. My eldest cousin said that we can't fish all the way to the bottom."

"The sea is so big, we can't catch all the fish. Bring back small fish next time."

"Sister, hurry up and cook. Xiaofeng and I will go fishing in the afternoon."

Zhou Jing originally thought that the four of them would at most catch a group of small fish, but he didn't expect so many results, which was enough for his poaching for a night.

"Dad, shall we make fish buns for lunch?"

Chen Hao looked at the cornmeal and bran he brought back with some disdain, until he saw the flour and rice noodles, and immediately missed the steamed buns and wild vegetable buns made by Sha Zhu.

"Make it in the evening, and drink some porridge at noon." Chen Jianjun calculated carefully.

"Why is it porridge again!"

Chen Hao said dissatisfiedly: "I have caught so many fish, why should I eat porridge, I want to eat the fish I caught."

"Chen Hao, you haven't fished for three days, your skin is itchy again, right?" Chen Jianjun scolded.

"You are awesome, I admit defeat!"

Chen Hao said in a voice that only he could hear.

After drinking a bowl of porridge at noon, the family shared a sea wolf, and the two adults couldn't wait to take the four children to the deep water ditch to fish in the morning.

Chen Feng continued to throw well water into the water secretly.

The sea wolf fish school in the morning had gone, and this time a group of knife fish came.

Chen Feng disliked knife fish, but Zhou Jing and the others didn't dislike it, and wished there were more knife fish.

A knife fish weighs about one pound. In less than half an hour, Zhou Jing, Chen Jianjun, and Chen Feng each carried two buckets and ran home.

In order to avoid the villagers in the reef area, they deliberately took a detour and walked a long circle.

In one afternoon, they caught nearly 200 kilograms of Bohai knife fish.

If it weren't for the undercurrent in the deep ditch, it would be too dangerous for people to go into the water, and the boat belonged to the commune, Zhou Jing would have wanted to catch it with a fishing net.

Because of the fishing season, the knife fish was in large quantities, and there were many fish bones, so they couldn't sell at a high price at the purchasing station. Several adults decided to keep it for themselves.

Another reason was that they were worried about getting in trouble.

With so many fish, even if they were sold to the purchasing station, others would ask about it.

If the commune knew about it, it might lead to inquiries.

Just keep it at home and eat it slowly.

In order to make it taste better, Zhou Qing went to the rural supply and marketing cooperative of the commune a few miles away to buy a lot of seasonings.

"Third uncle, are you at home?"

Chen Jianjun brought Chen Feng and Chen Hao, carrying two buckets of the best catch, one bucket of two sea breams and one bucket of nine knife fish, to an old man's home in Zhoujiagou.

Chen Hao took the initiative to carry a small bag with a pound of cornmeal in it.

Chen Feng looked at the martyr plaque on the door and understood why his father was so generous.

It was very likely that he was his comrade-in-arms.

"Jianjun is here?"

An auntie opened the door and waved her hand when she saw the fish bucket in their hands.

"Why are you bringing things again? We can't take them. Leave them for the children to eat, or sell them for food."

"Auntie Zhou, this is a little gift from me."

Regardless of the auntie's disagreement, Chen Jianjun forcibly took Chen Feng and Chen Hao and poured the fish in the fish bucket into a large fish bucket in the kitchen.

There are not many other things in the fishing village, but there are many wooden fish buckets.

From small fish buckets for raising small fish and shrimps to large fish basins that can raise one meter long, almost every family has one.

Making wooden barrels and repairing fishing nets are basically necessary skills.

"What do you want me to say?"

Auntie Zhou was a little embarrassed.

Chen Jianjun said seriously: "Third Aunt, Black Fish and I have a life-long friendship. If he hadn't carried me out of the pile of dead bodies and sent me to the military doctor, I would not have been able to come back. The grace of saving my life is greater than heaven, and this little fish is nothing."

Chen Feng listened to his father's words and quietly took the bag from Chen Hao, the fool.

"Give it to me."

Put the bag in the empty rice jar in the kitchen and quietly put thirty kilograms of rice in it.

In order to make it convenient for them, rice and noodles were specially divided on both sides.

After leaving the things behind, he said a few more words and Chen Jianjun took his two sons back.

"I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

"Third Aunt, please don't tell others about this."

"Don't worry, I know the importance."

Personally sent to the door, Aunt Zhou returned to the main hall and looked at her son's black and white

She couldn't help crying when she saw the photo.

"Son, someone still remembers you."

When it was time for dinner, she went to the kitchen to prepare a meal for her daughter-in-law, and found the rice in the flour bag and the thirty yuan on the flour.

"How can this be possible!"

The price of rice is not expensive, but it is difficult to buy it even if you have money, let alone fishermen who have no money and no tickets.

The monthly salary in the city can reach dozens of yuan, and the monthly work points in the countryside are at most a few yuan.

In the hungry era when five or ten yuan could "buy" a daughter-in-law, this rice was enough to marry a beautiful daughter-in-law.

Aunt Zhou picked up the money and the bag and wanted to send it back.

But when she went out, she noticed that the fishermen from each family had returned, and many people were squatting at the door chatting, waiting for dinner. If she took it out, it would be easy for everyone to see it, which would cause trouble for the Chen family.

As a last resort, she turned around and put the things in the rice jar.

"Grandma, I'm back."

A 15-year-old boy, thin and frail, was carrying a bucket of small fish he had caught.

He walked to the kitchen and saw his grandmother staring at the rice in the rice jar, and asked in surprise: "Grandma, where did the rice come from?"

"Your uncle Jianjun sent it to you. Remember, don't tell anyone, not a word, understand?"

Aunt Zhou said seriously.

It's not the lack of food that worries us, but the inequality; it's not the poverty that worries us, but the insecurity.

She knew that if outsiders knew about this, they might go to Chen Jianjun to "borrow food", which would bring a lot of trouble to the Chen family, endless trouble.

The poor boy nodded seriously.

Because he was poor, he was more sensible.

He knew the weight of the rice.

Thirty kilograms of rice, used to make rice porridge, two meals a day, was enough for the four of them to eat for several months.

"Grandma, I know, I will never tell you, shall we have porridge tonight?"

Auntie Zhou hesitated for a while, looked at her grandson's hopeful eyes, and finally softened her heart.

"Grandson, remember, our family owes your uncle Jianjun a lot over the years."

"When you grow up, you must remember to repay this favor."

"Grandma, don't worry, I will definitely repay you in the future." The boy said firmly.

Auntie Zhou touched the money in her pocket, thinking about Chen Jianjun's character, and sighed.

I'm afraid this money can't be sent back.

It can only be left for my grandson to use when he gets married in the future.

But how should this favor be repaid?