I really don't want to be a teacher

The old fisherman straightened his net, shook his head,

"But boy, you have to wait a little longer. We'll go when I fix this fishing net."

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled slightly,

Turning his gaze, he looked at Poyang Lake not far in front of him.

……

"Tweet... Tweet..."

Flying birds are singing, facing the sunset, circling,

"...The old man has been on this lake for many years, right?"

Lian Ge looked at the lake and said calmly.

"It's been quite a few years."

After a pause, the old fisherman turned his head and glanced at the lake.

"When my father was still there, I followed my father to find a living and fish on this lake. My father cast a net, and I was helping poles and boats... At that time, fishing on this lake There are a lot of people here, some from our village and some from Biede Village. Sometimes, the two villages fight on the lake for fishing..."

As the old fisherman said, he lowered his head again,

"... At that time, the shore of the lake was still behind there, and the water was so deep that the bottom could not be seen,

There are so many fish, shrimps, and crabs in this lake, if you cast this net, you can always catch a lot of them.”

As he spoke, the old fisherman turned his head, looked further away from where Lian Ge had stopped when he came, and nodded slightly with his chin,

"...At that time, after a net of fish was caught from this lake, my father was just like me now, sitting on this boat, straightening the net, taking off all the small fish that got entangled in the fishing net, and re- Throw it back into the lake.

At that time, I couldn’t figure it out, my father, just tell me, this little fish is for me to eat, now I throw it back, let him raise it again, if I take him to eat now I'm going to be hungry from now on. "

"Pfft..."

While talking, the old fisherman threw another small fish into the lake, looked at the lake, fell silent for a while,

"...When I was young, the water in the lake receded there."

The old fisherman turned his head again, looked at the place where Lian Ge had stopped before, and said,

"But at that time, the fish in the lake seemed to be endless. Every year when the water rose, people in the villages along the lake all fished in the lake. Live with the fish in this lake. The fish, catch one net after another on the boat, there are always so many in this lake,

Some of them had some money, and even bought some fishing boats with gasoline engines. They pulled the nets to catch a lot of them on the lake, and even killed a lot of them with their paddles. Just like that, it seems that there are no shortage of fish...

There are also some people's homes, right by the lake beach, weir ponds, one pond after another, the water in the ponds is released, and all the fish are blocked in the weir ponds, and all of them are fished out.

At that time, the fish were cheap, some of them were fished up, but they couldn’t be sold, so the fish just died and stink..."

The old fisherman said, then fell silent for a while, his eyes were a little lost,

"... At that time, I was thinking, fishing like this, I am afraid that the fish of the future generations will be caught. At that time, I became the head of the village, so I stopped the people in the village and did not let them This way of catching, let them, for future generations, save some fish to eat.

But I can't stop it, there are always people sneaking into the lake... Hey, there were still people scolding me behind my back,

Saying that I deserve to be poor is the life of a poor person. I don't want to get rich, but I stop others from getting rich.

Hey, at that time, the old man, I also had a bad temper, and I quit my business in a fit of anger. If you want to arrest me, you can arrest me, and I will not be the village chief..."

Straightening the fishing net, the old fisherman lowered his head and paused,

He raised his head again and looked at the beach,

"...Further back, more than ten years ago, the water in this lake was there."

The old fisherman raised his head and pointed his chin at the dry ground full of cracks and gullies.

"That year, the lake and the lake beach were dry... In the past, there was some grass growing on the edge of the lake. Every year, the birds would be densely packed along the lake. The ones parked by the lake beach, if you pass by here, a large flock can fly up, and that year, you couldn’t even see them..."

The old fisherman was talking, and then looked at the lake,

"The lake is dry on the beach, the water is less, the birds are not coming, and the fish in the lake are gone...Those people, even the cofferdams can't get fish out, so they cast a net and fish it up. Yes, there are only a few small fish fry, it seems that earlier, this fish was caught up..."

Chapter 301 The Village

"Pfft..."

The old fisherman stretched out his hand and threw the small fry taken from the fishing net into the lake.

"...there are no fish in this lake, and the people on this lake who depend on this fish for a living will lose their livelihood all of a sudden."

The old fisherman looked at the lake with ecstatic eyes,

"In the past, the cost of food and clothing was all in the lake, but now..."

"At this time, I know what it means that the previous generation has eaten the food of the children and grandchildren... The previous generation is happy, and the current generation will suffer.

...No one went out to cast their nets. The fishing boats just stopped on the shore one by one, letting the wind and rain blow. In the second year, the water in the lake became even shallower. There are fewer fish, and the number of fishing boats parked on the shore is gradually decreasing...

But that's okay, the lake is considered quiet. "

As the old fisherman said, he turned his head, and the fishing net he was straightening in his hand was almost at the end.

"... During the driest years, this section of the lake seemed to be drying up. The water in the lake couldn't even cover the bottom of the lake. These two years have been better."

With bowed head, said the old fisherman,

"……Hey,"

The movement of the old fisherman's hands paused, a smile appeared on his dark face,

"It's your blessing to drag the young man today, and he also caught a big fish,"

Clasping the fins with his hands, the old fisherman took a large grass carp off the fishing net and threw it into the bucket next to it.

"Pfft."

Grass carp into the bucket, splashing a burst of water,

The old fisherman glanced at it with a smile, then turned around, and straightened the last bit of fishing net in his hand.

Standing up, the old fisherman pulled the fishing net, shook some of the lake water on the fishing net, stretched out his hand, pulled it, and opened the fishing net to dry on the fishing boat.

"Boy, let's go."

Picking up the hat on the side, and lifting the bucket containing only one grass carp, the old fisherman stepped out of the fishing boat, smiled and preached to Lian Ge.

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge glanced at the old man, turned his gaze again, and glanced at the Poyang Lake under the sunset glow. After a pause, he nodded to the old fisherman.

"Then bother you, old man."

"Don't bother, don't bother..."

The old fisherman smiled, turned his head again, put down the bucket temporarily, and bowed to the lake.

"Young man, I made you laugh,"

After another pause, the old fisherman turned around, picked up the bucket, and led the way to the shore.

"Although the surface of this lake is not as good as the sea, it is also subject to unpredictable wind and rain. As a fisherman, I don't want anything else. I just want peace of mind."

With well boots under his feet, the old fisherman walked forward while talking.

"It gave you a fish, and it should be thanked."

Lian Ge followed the old fisherman, moved his steps, smiled slightly, and replied calmly.

"...Yeah, I should be thankful. Old man, I have spent half my life on this lake. Every meal is given by this lake. All my clothes come out of this lake. I should thank you... Hey , In the past, many individuals still felt that the lake owed them."

Listening to Lian Ge's words, the old fisherman responded with a smile,

"Young man, here...you have to walk along the shore of the lake to see our village."

Lian Ge and the old fisherman returned to the beach, and the old fisherman led the way in front of Lian Ge.

Under the feet of the two of them was a dirt road trampled out of the overgrown weeds on the shore of the lake. The weeds were guessed to the side, the dirt floor was exposed, and some rainwater from last night was still accumulated in the potholes.

Along the shore of the lake, Lian Ge and the old fisherman walked for a while, and the old fisherman who led the way turned around and led Lian Ge away from the lake.

Walking on the potholes and muddy roads, the terrain is getting higher and higher, and the mountains in the distance by the lake are constantly approaching.

Behind him, the setting sun approached the horizon more and more, and the afterglow swayed on the lake, reflecting a piece of gold.

The birds are singing, circling on the lake, flying to the distance,

On the trail surrounded by some dry weeds, Lian Ge followed the old fisherman forward,

The withered and yellow weeds are gradually thinning out. After stepping on a man-made, clear dividing line, the dirt road under the feet has become a field ridge, and the fields marked out by the ridge have replaced the withered yellow weeds.

In the field, the wheat and rapeseed planted gave the whole ground a layer of green, and with the breeze blowing by the lake, waves swayed.

"...When I was young, the shore of the lake was here. When you came out of the village and crossed the mountain, the lake beach was within a few steps, the mountain was next to the lake, and the village was behind the mountain..."

The old fisherman carried a bucket and led the way. He walked, looked at the fields, and said,

"...More than ten years ago, the fish in this lake that was thought to be endless was caught, and the people in the village lost their livelihood... They are not like me. My wife and I are just two people, just looking for something, As long as they are full, they belong to a large family. Without a livelihood, the whole family will be hungry. I took the people in the village along the foot of the mountain, towards the direction of the lake, and opened up the land piece by piece. Come out... at least there is a way to survive."

The voice of the old fisherman echoed on the field ridge. Lian Ge and the old fisherman walked along the field ridge and walked through the fields planted with crops.

"The old man is also a kind person."

Lian Ge walked, smiled, and said.

"Not really, I'm also doing it for myself."

The old fisherman shook his head and said,

"...It's like throwing small fish back into the lake. It's for myself to eat in the future. This land has opened up, and I have a piece of land, and I can grow some vegetables to eat."

Lian Ge smiled when he heard the sound, and didn't say anything more.

A few more fields passed by, near the foot of the mountain, there were some figures in each field, as if they were cultivating some vegetables,

"Uncle Qiu...Uncle Qiu is back from fishing, did you catch anything today?"

In a field, a middle-aged man who was hoeing noticed the figure of the old fisherman, turned around, greeted with a smile,

"Catch one, catch one, how about hoeing?"

The old fisherman responded with a smile, and said,

"Didn't it just rain last night? I happen to be free right now, so I came here to loosen the ground. I watched it for two days to order some cabbage."

The middle-aged man responded with a smile, bent down again, and picked up a handful of ginger with muddy leaves from the ground beside him,

"...Uncle Qiu, I dug some young ginger from the ground just now, you can take some back, take it back and soak it in a jar, you can also put some when cooking fish."

While talking, the middle-aged man carried the ginger and handed it to the old fisherman,

"Uncle Qiu, take it, it's all from my own land, and it's not worth much."

As if afraid that the old fisherman would not want it, the middle-aged man added,

"...Okay, then I'll take it. The fish caught today is not small, and you can come and eat it later."

The old fisherman looked at the middle-aged man, smiled and took it,

"I won't go, the food is already cooked at home." The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, then turned his head and glanced at Lian Ge,

"Who is this……"

"For a tourist who has passed through the village, I think it's getting late, so let him stay in the village for one night."

The old fisherman explained.

The middle-aged man heard the words, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

"Then I'll go first. It's getting late, and you should pack up and go back."

"Sure, Uncle Qiu, go slowly, I'll go back after hoeing this bit of land."

The old fisherman nodded, holding the ginger in one hand and the bucket in the other, he continued along the field ridge, leading the way, and walked towards the front.

"Uncle Qiu... Uncle Qiu is back from fishing... such a big fish."

"……Busy now?"

Along the way, in the fields and on the ridges, the passing villagers all smiled and greeted the old fisherman, who also nodded and responded with a smile.