In the age of crossing books, the female supporting role of salted fish won

So, it’s not just what you say!

Song Juan looked up at the persimmon tree. Among the layers of green leaves, there were not a few red persimmons. Occasionally, there were a few colored ones, all green with a little yellow.

She no longer paid attention to this tree, and instead rushed towards the persimmon tree where the lynx cub was found yesterday.

Yesterday, because of the lynx cub, she didn't even check under the tree and went home directly. Now she had to check it carefully.

Facts have proved that the laws of nature are still very domineering.

Under this persimmon tree that didn't receive much attention, there was only one fallen red persimmon, and one that had already been smashed.

"Okay, from now on, this tree will be relegated to the shadows!"

Song Juan thought angrily and walked in the other direction along the edge of a field next to where soybeans were planted.

The land in Banpo Village is all mountainous.

The terraces carved out along the hilly slopes are layer upon layer.

And those persimmon trees all grow on slopes.

If a ripe persimmon falls, it will either fall on the slope or in the ground.

There are sweet potatoes, peanuts, soybeans and the like growing in the fields, so picking persimmons is a relatively easy task.But if corn is grown in the ground, it will be a more troublesome matter.

In order not to get scratches on my arms from the corn leaves, I had to bend down and dig into the corn field.

As for why Song Juan didn't avoid the cornfield?

The answer is naturally because there are still more persimmons falling in the cornfield.

Perhaps because no one is willing to dig into corn fields, Song Juan harvested so many persimmons mainly from these corn fields.

Of course, it may also be because of the location of these persimmon trees.

But at the end of the day, Song Juan discovered sadly that she didn't pick up a single persimmon.

This unscientific!

Then, the truth can only be that someone got there first!

"Who is this that is so hated?"

Song Juan was very depressed, but she could only admit it.

After all, this persimmon tree is here, and anyone in the village who wants to pick persimmons can do so.

Although this is the public property of the village, the early-ripening persimmons that fall from the trees always belong to the person who picked them up, and no one will make a fuss over this matter.

Without the persimmons to pick up, Song Juan could only go home.

On this hot noon, there was no delicious food hanging in front of her. Unless she was stupid, she would run all over the mountain.

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When she got home, the three little ones who were waiting for her return were a little disappointed when they didn't see the delicious persimmons.

"Auntie, why not?"

"They were all picked up by others. Auntie was late!"

Song Juan expressed regret.

"How about I take you fishing?"

"Nonsense!"

Li Guilan came over and glared at Song Juan.

The three little ones are too young. Where can I take them to play by the water?If something unexpected happened, they would regret it for the rest of their lives.

"Well, you can't go fishing!"

Song Juan abandoned the three little ones without any sense of loyalty.

The three little ones can't go fishing, but she can go!

Not fishing with hooks, of course, but with cans and bottles.

The fish caught in this way are all small fish, such as small white striped fish, and some small carp, small crucian carp and so on.

Anyway, there are too many small fish like this in the reservoir behind the village.

Originally, the village had raised fish in this small reservoir.

But before the fish have grown up, when there is a severe drought, most of the water in the reservoir is used up. Without enough water, the fish in the reservoir will naturally not survive.

In the memory of my predecessor, at that time, the villagers would tearfully catch and eat the grass carp, carp, and silver carp that only weighed one or two kilograms.

Otherwise, the fish will die in the water.

After the timely stop loss, the villagers became somewhat resistant to the arrangement of collective fish farming.

After all, once there is a severe drought, the water will be used to irrigate the fields.

If there is something wrong with the crops and there is no food, people will die.As for fish farming?Then you can only stand aside.

However, although there are no fish in the village, there are various small fish in the reservoir.

It is said that those fish were not caught at that time. There should be some big fish in the reservoir.

But the problem is, no one has caught it, and no one has seen it.

There are a lot of small fish.

Song Juan quickly tied up the two glass cans with nylon rope, found some wheat bran, and then set off.

Fishing with cans and bottles is something children often do in the north.

After all, many villages in the north are not surrounded by big rivers, but are instead filled with streams and ditches.The water is not very deep and you can even clearly see the fish in the water.

But if you catch fish with bare hands, it’s basically useless.

At this time, fishing in cans and bottles is very suitable.

Of course, if it is a very small stream or ditch, you can even directly cut off the flow of water in a certain section. At that time, you can catch it with your bare hands.

However, Song Juan planned to go fishing in the reservoir, so she would naturally have to use cans and bottles.

She walked out briskly, completely unaware of the mess she left for Li Guilan.

The three little ones were aroused by Song Juan's interest in fishing, and they cried and shouted to go.

In the end, Li Guilan couldn't beat or scold him. He could only find a rope and tie it around the waists of the three little ones. Then he took them out and gave them repeated orders not to go near the water. Otherwise, they would be beaten at night. them.

When Li Guilan and the three little ones arrived at the reservoir, they found that Song Juan had already taken a stance under the willow tree by the water.

She threw the two cans and bottles into the water.

On the sandy ground on the shore, Song Juan dug a puddle to store water.

In just a short time, Song Juan had already gained a lot.

In the puddle, you can clearly see small fish rolling around.

Some are bigger, about as long as one hand.

As for the small one, it is about the size of a thumb.

"Aunt (crying)!"

Three little ones came over and screamed excitedly when they saw the fish in the puddle.

"fish!"

"fish!"

The three little cubs shouted, stretched out their hands, and began to toss the fish in the puddle.

Even though they are small, they are quite powerful when it comes to torturing these little fishes.

Song Juan went fishing just to feed the chickens and ducks, and to test whether the lynx cubs would eat fish.

Logically speaking, lynx is a member of the cat family, and it should be right for cats to eat fish.

But unverified conjectures are not the truth after all.

So, you still have to try it before you know.

If the lynx cub does not eat fish, then Song Juan is really a bit confused about how to feed this little thing.

"What did you do? Why did you catch so many?"

Li Guilan looked at the fish in the puddle created by Song Juan and was also very curious.

"Hey, I added some of this to the wheat bran!"

Song Juan raised her hand and pointed at the dried duck poop next to her.

"Why don't you feel dirty now?"

Li Guilan looked at her daughter and felt that she had changed a lot since she fell into the water.