Happy Little Mayor

There is a threshing field in the northern countryside, and a drying field in the fishing village. As the saying goes, "three days to catch fish and two days to dry the net", in fact, this should not be described simply as people's laziness. manual labor.

There are two main functions of the drying field, one is drying nets, the other is drying fish catches, dried fish fillets and various dried seaweeds, which are hung here for drying.

Wangjia Yucun ’s sunbathing area occupies a small area of ​​the village. There is a large sunbathing area behind the village. In simple terms, it is a flat and wide soil with many smooth wooden shelves for drying fishing nets and catches.

When walking to the edge of the drying field, Wang Bo saw his father at a glance.

Bo Da is an old fisherman in his fifties. Perennial wind and waves have made his skin dark and rough, with gray hair and a sloppy back, and he looks 60 years old.

However, life at sea has tempered the man's physique. Bo Dad looks old and actually very strong. Wang Bo had envied his father's strong muscles before.

At this time, the old man was chatting with several old friends while finishing the fishing nets. Someone first saw Wang Bo, rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and asked, "Hey, brother, isn't it Xiao Bo?"

Bo Dad didn't return his head. He quickly opened the tangled fishing nets and said, "Xiao Bo is still in New Zealand. He only called yesterday ..."

"It's Xiaobo." The other two also said.

After hearing what friends said, Bo Da quickly turned back, and after seeing the smiling Wang Bo, he was also full of surprise, suddenly stood up and shouted, "Son, why are you suddenly back?"

"Boarded the plane yesterday, can't you fly back in a day? Technology changes life, Dad!" Wang Bo said with a smile, and came up to say hello to the elders in the village.

He started preparing to clean up the fishing nets, and the uncle in the village said, "What are you still doing here? Your son is coming back for Chinese New Year, so go back and get ready for the meal!"

When he saw his son, Bo Da was the happiest one. He laughed and said, "On the opposite side, the fishing nets are almost cleaned up. You can help me with the fourth child. I will take my son back first. I will call you and your brother. Get up and drink at my house! "

Wang Bo added: "I brought a lot of food and drink from New Zealand. Uncle four, come here, try foreign seafood, and compare it with ours!"

Several people promised, and the father and son went home happily.

For dinner, his mother did prepare him fried salted fish with rice cakes, and a steaming pot of mixed fish, an authentic fisherman dinner came out.

Wang Bo also steamed lobster and king crab. He wanted to make two more dishes, but his parents didn't allow it, saying that these were kept for the Chinese New Year.

After returning home, my father rebuked several things after seeing these things he brought. Even after playing for a lifetime, he was shocked by the seafood brought by Wang Bo. The king crab, like a small pot lid, had never been seen before. Not to mention eaten.

It was dark early in winter, and a family of three was surrounded by the stove. A wok was placed on the stove. It was stewed with small yellow croakers, small partial fishes, and small catfishes. The longest was a small catfish. Just a little longer than chopsticks.

The iron pan was covered with golden brown tortillas, and peanut oil was applied to the bottom of the pans, so as the pans were steamed, the oil aroma came out.

The fish soup gradually heated and boiled, and the small miscellaneous fish in it grumbled, and the delicious fish flavor gradually suppressed the oil flavor and tortilla flavor.

Wang Bo first simmered a bowl of fish soup for his parents. Dad smoked and pushed the bowl to him, and said, "I and your mother have enough of this stuff. You eat, you eat it yourself."

The family is welcome. Wang Bo first drank a bowl of boiled and delicious fish soup, then simmered a bowl of tortillas in it, sandwiched the oily salted fish and tasted it.

The son went home and seemed to be mixing well abroad. The two old men were in a good mood and had more dinner than ever.

Wang Bo constantly introduced New Zealand to the two, and showed them the photos taken on their mobile phones. The parents were shocked. They didn't know that the country still in summer was summer ...

After a good night's sleep, Wang Bo followed his father to the sea the next day.

Chinese New Year is coming soon, and every family in the fishing village will go to the sea to catch some seafood for New Year's goods. It is impossible to go to the sea for a week or so, which is an ancient tradition.

There is no big boat in the small fishing village, and Wang Bo's house is a small sampan. As long as the wind and waves are a little bit larger, he cannot go out to sea, and even if the waves are calm, he can't catch much.

In the minds of most people, it seems that the place closer to the sea is richer earlier. In fact, this is a misunderstanding, because not all seasides are suitable for harbors.

A seaside fishing village without a harbour cannot develop at all.

Fishing for seafood? It ’s all the same sea. Who was it sold to? In addition, the logistics and freezing technology of the past did not work, and the catches from bulk fishing could not be kept fresh for a long time, even if they were shipped out, they could not be sold.

In Wang Bo's memory, until the boyhood, they rarely saw large houses of blue brick and red tile in their village, which was a very difficult day.

Fortunately, with the enthusiasm of the tourism model of farm house music and fisher party in recent years, the village took the opportunity to develop tourism to improve the economy.

The fishing boat in his home is a large sternboat. The only modern place is the diesel engine behind. There is no place to shelter from the wind and rain. This will be blown by the sea breeze and the skin on his face will be hurt.

Looking at Wang Bo's grin, his father laughed and laughed, "How's it going?"

Wang Bo also laughed. Since going to college, he has hardly sailed to the sea again. The feeling of the winter sea breeze has been somewhat forgotten.

The fishing boat drove a certain distance. Bo Da stood at the stern and dropped a trawl. The next step is to use experience to determine where there are fish. After trawling for a while, you can put away the net.

For local fishermen, experience is very important. Most of them do not have advanced machinery such as fish finder and underwater radar. Once the judgment is wrong, it means wasting time and diesel.

The fishing boat was towed for fifteen or six minutes, and Wang Bo closed his fishing net under the direction of his father.

There are only a few spears of dragonhead fish in it, the big ones are less than twenty centimeters in length, and the small ones can't be seen.

Bo Da ignited a cigarette and smoked two mouthfuls. He opened the net and threw the small fish back into the sea, leaving a few big fishes and sighing, "Leave a tofu stew, alas, this net is a loss. "

Wang Bo smiled optimistically: "It's okay, you can't always have a high yield on the Internet? Dad, you go off the Internet, I have confidence in your experience."

Bo Da shook his head helplessly and said, "The experience is not good. There were not many fish in the sea. In the past two years, several factories have been built on the seashore. Fewer fish can survive!"