My village can't be like this

Chapter 715 Help
Because the weeds in the depression were too lush, Zhang Jianguo swung the hoe for a long time, but when he looked back, he found that he had not yet moved to a place big enough for his butt.

I originally brought the hoe to clear the weeds first and pull them out by the roots.

But now using a hoe doesn't seem to have much effect, and it may even slow down the progress.

So he gave up the hoe in his hand and went home to find a sickle and a rake.

Sure enough, when dealing with these weeds that grow too lushly, a hoe is no match for them and is not as effective as a sickle in hand.

Even though the grass roots were still buried in the soil after being cut with a sickle, the speed of cleaning was much faster.

At worst, you can wait until the grass is cut, turn the soil with a plow, and then clean out the grass roots separately.

Zhang Jianwen was seen wielding the sickle skillfully. With a few swishes, he cut a large area, but he put the cut grass neatly together.

At this season, the weeds in the fields are not only growing luxuriantly but are also very tender and crisp, making them perfect for feeding livestock.

Zhang An's family now feeds too many livestock, and they need a lot of fodder every day.

In addition to the few acres of pasture planted by Zhang An nearby, the orchard is also full of high-quality fodder. In addition, Zhang Jianguo drives the sheep out to graze every day, so there is no need to worry about the fodder problem.

Now that the weeds in this field have been cut and piled together, they are as big as a haystack, which is enough to last for several days.

Seeing that his father had cleared a large space in a short time, and that he happened to have two sickles, Zhang An also gave up the slow hoeing.

When the crops were almost harvested, Zhang An called Dahei over, asked him to drive the plow and start plowing the land.

Dad Zhang Jianguo tied the cut grass into piles and asked Dahei and his wife to carry them home.

The foal was very curious about the plowed fields. When he saw his old father pulling the plow to work, he kept moving closer.

No matter how Zhang An shouted at it, he couldn't drive it away and could only let it run around.

Zhang An thought that he would pull this little guy out to pull the plow next year, and then let it try its ability to pull the plow and plow the land.

Behind Zhang An, the soil turned over by the plow was unusually fresh and looked very fertile. With the naked eye, one could see earthworms wriggling in it, attracting nearby birds, which all came here to forage for food.

In particular, the group of white pheasants and golden roosters that Zhang An had released to the mountain behind the orchard a long time ago were also attracted here.

In the entire depression, there was a sudden intersection of red and white, and coupled with their elegant hunting posture, it immediately created a very beautiful natural scenery.

"Wow, come and see, these birds are so beautiful."

This scene immediately attracted the group of fishermen on the other side of the river.

"You are new here, right? The red ones are called golden pheasants, and the white ones are called white pheasants. They are considered the village birds of this village. You can basically see them every year when you come here to fish, but it is rare to see so many of them gathered together."

Seeing the surprised look on the face of the person who just spoke, a fellow angler next to him took the initiative to introduce himself to him.

This statement is not wrong. The group of golden roosters and white pheasants living on the hill behind Zhang An's house often appear in the village, so they are regarded as the village birds of Changqing Village by passing tourists or fishermen.

Otherwise, no one can explain why so many birds are there year after year.

The silver pheasant and golden pheasant are often fed by tourists or anglers due to their beauty.

"Yes, this is my first time here. I often heard from friends that fishing here is so exciting, so I came here to experience it this time when I had some free time. I didn't expect it to be so exciting. Not only are there a lot of fish in this river, but they are also wild. It's so exciting to fish here, much more exciting than fishing in those ponds in the city."

The person being asked also responded quickly. After all, anglers all over the world are one family. As long as you like fishing, there will be a special feeling even if it is the first time you meet.

"Of course not. In the past, I liked to go fishing not only in the pits but also in the wild. But after I came here and had so much fun, I never moved. And here are some advantages that other places don't have. You don't have to worry about eating. You can find restaurants in the village and eat whatever you want. Sometimes I get too excited about fishing and it's very late, but I can still find a place to stay here. It's much better than sleeping in the open in other places. And I can also eat the fish I catch here. It's really a good place."

The words of this old customer of the river were instantly recognized by the surrounding anglers.

In fact, there are not many people in the surrounding areas who like fishing and have time to go out fishing, but since they came here, they have become permanent residents.

"Yes, this place is really great. It's a pity that fishing is prohibited from spring to May every year."

Hearing them talking excitedly, a buddy who had just caught a big grass carp not far away said with regret.

At present, the word "fishing ban period" does not exist in other places, especially in the rivers of all sizes in the surrounding mountainous areas. The Changqing River has set a precedent here.

Because of this, whenever the fishing ban comes, these guys who don’t go fishing for a day become itchy.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Fishing is banned in spring so that we can fish as much as we want. Otherwise, if all the fish in the river are gone, we won't be able to find such a good place to fish. We should support this."

Although they are not used to it, there are still many people who support and abide by it.

Everyone knows the consequences of fishing out all the fish, and they don’t want to have no fish in the river and go to jail every day with nothing.

Because now is not like many years later, there are a lot of electricians, network engineers and pharmacists.

Everyone was chatting with each other, and after a while, the fishermen became familiar with each other.

"Do you guys often come here to fish? My name is Fang Dongli, I live near the train station in the county town, and I like fishing all the time. We can make an appointment to go fishing together in the future."

The guy who came here to fish for the first time took the initiative to introduce himself to everyone.

"Okay, okay. My name is Zhang Lin. I'm also from the county town, but my home is near the Jingkou Reservoir. We can all go together in the future."

As soon as Fang Dongli finished speaking, the person closest to him smiled and took over the conversation.

Except for Zhang Lin, the others also gave their names. After all, when it comes to fishing, it is always better to go fishing with someone rather than alone.

The Internet was not yet popular back then, and making new friends depended entirely on real-life contact.

"Damn it! The fish just took the bait and it ran away. I couldn't catch it in time."

Fang Dongli was happily chatting with his fishing friend next to him one second, and the next second he found that his fishing rod had been pulled away by a fish in the water and was now swimming on his back on the surface of the river.

In other places, even if he woke up from a nap, the fishing rod might not move. But here, in just a few words, the rod flew away from his sight. This was a result he had never expected.

"Oh, how come you didn't lose the rope? There are a lot of big fish here, and they are very fierce. Look, we have tied it up."

There is no doubt that this must be a big fish, otherwise it would be impossible to pull the fishing rod down in one go. However, everyone knows that there are many big fish in the river.

In the past, many people lacked experience and pole slips were common. Later, everyone learned their lesson and consciously tied a safety rope so that they could retrieve the pole even if it slipped.

"I don't know. I've never encountered a big fish before, so I don't have the habit of tying a rope. My friend just said that fishing here is fun, but he didn't say there are a lot of big fish, otherwise I would definitely tie it up."

After hearing what the fellow anglers around him said, he could only spread his hands helplessly. It was too late to say anything now.

Looking at the fishing rod getting farther and farther away from him, Fang Dongli looked heartbroken.

On the one hand, I was reluctant to give up the fish on the fishing rod. After all, the creature that could pull the rod away was definitely not a small Karami. If I could really catch it, I don’t know how great it would be.

On the other hand, this guy is worried about his fishing rod.

Because his fishing rod is not a cheap item, it is considered to be top-quality equipment, a set costs several hundred yuan, and one month's salary can only buy one set, and his family is not too well-off. For this thing, he begged his wife for a long time before he got the approval to buy it.

In an ordinary family, a woman like Shu Daoshan would definitely not agree, but Fang Dongli's wife actually agreed very readily.

Because in the past, Fang Dongli was particularly fond of building the Great Wall, and whenever he had time, he would find others to sit around the table.

Later, the couple had a big fight about this, and Fang Dongli gave up his hobby of building the Great Wall.

However, he had just given up playing mahjong and learned fishing from his friends.

Fishing isn't such a serious matter these days.

So his wife didn't object too much to buying fishing gear.

On the one hand, I feel that although fishing gear is expensive, it is a one-time business, unlike playing mahjong where nine out of ten times you lose, and sooner or later you will lose all your wealth.

On the other hand, she also wanted to use this incident to ease the strained relationship with her man after their previous quarrel.

Besides, my husband likes fishing, so I can definitely eat fish from time to time in the future, and I don’t have to go to the market to buy fish. The money spent on buying fishing gear can be considered an advance investment.

Thinking about all the benefits, Fang Dongli's wife agreed even though she thought it was a bit expensive.

"Forget it. If the old doesn't go, the new won't come. I'll add a new one later."

Fang Dongli gritted his teeth, didn't think too much, and started to declutter.

The river in front of him was too deep, and he had no intention of going in to fish.

"Oh, don't say old things go away and new things won't come. Your set of poles is not cheap. It would be a pity to throw them away. I'll tell you a way. Go find the guy on the shore who is plowing the field. He has a big dog that can chase poles. Go ask him for help. You will definitely be able to pull them back. Afterwards, just buy him a pack of good cigarettes to thank him."

Just when Fang Dongli decided to give up, Zhang Lin next to him pointed at Zhang An who was plowing the land on the other side of the river and said to him.

"Is this true? Is this possible?"

When Fang Dongli heard that a dog could chase a pole, he was skeptical.

"Really, really, you better hurry up, otherwise when the fish pulls the rod away, you won't be able to pull it back."

Zhang Lin looked at the fishing rod still floating in the river and urged.

Zhang Anjia Xiaohu had helped many people recover their poles before, and Zhang Lin was one of those people who had the honor of meeting him several times.

So, Fang Dongli, who had got a good idea, immediately ran towards the depression.

"Brother, my fishing rod was dragged into the river by a fish. Can you trouble your big dog to help chase it?"

Fang Dongli ran all the way to the depression and didn't care about being out of breath. He quickly asked Zhang An for help.

Although the two were only separated by a river, the distance around the bridge was not short, and Fang Dongli was running out of breath.

"Xiao An, go help them, I'll do the plowing."

When Zhang Jianguo heard this, he realized that this was something his big dog used to do, so he took the plow handle from Zhang An and said.

"Okay, let's go. I'll go home and call the dog out."

Zhang An nodded towards Fang Dongli and agreed very readily.

"Thanks a lot, brother."

Seeing Zhang An agreed, Fang Dongli breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way back, he continued running.

Then he remembered that there was someone following him, so he turned around and wanted to slow down and wait for Zhang An.

But when he turned around, he found that although Zhang An did not run, he had been following him without falling behind.

When Zhang An brought Xiaohu to the shore where they were fishing, they found that the fishing rod had been pulled to the middle of the river and was still drifting downstream.

So he pointed to the fishing rod in the river and blew a whistle at Xiaohu.

When the tiger received the order, he jumped into the river instantly. He was a good swimmer and swam to the fishing rod in just a few minutes.

Being experienced, it opened its mouth, bit the fishing rod, and swam back.

"Don't worry, buddy. Not only will you not lose your pole, but the fish biting the ditch are still there."

Zhang An noticed that the guy next to him clenched his hands nervously when he looked at Xiaohu who was pulling the pole back. He smiled and comforted him.

The fish was not off the hook yet, because Xiaohu was struggling to swim back while pulling the fishing rod.

But judging by how easily Xiaohu was swimming, this fish shouldn't be big, maybe just over ten pounds.

"Hey, thanks buddy, and thank you to your dog."

Fang Dongli thanked Zhang An with a silly smile. The feeling of regaining something that had been lost was really beyond words.

He was originally thinking about how to deal with the person at home when he returned home, but now he doesn’t have to worry about it anymore.

Because the fish in the water was exerting force, the little tiger swam back much slower than when he pounced just now.

It took about ten minutes for it to pull the rod to the shore. Zhang An took the fishing rod from its mouth, shook it slightly, and then handed it to Fang Dongli beside him.

Fang Dongli took the fishing rod, thanked him again, and then lifted the rod up, but he didn't expect it to reach his head in an instant.

"Hey, there's something wrong with this fish. Maybe it's off the hook?"

The people nearby saw how easily the fishing rod was lifted up and couldn't help but suspect that the fish in the water had been hooked. Even Fang Dongli thought so.

Only Zhang An shook his head slightly. The fish must be there. He felt it when he started fishing just now.

But when it was in the water, the thing had been played with by Xiaohu for so long that it had already become limp, so now when Fang Dongli lifted the rod it was like there was no fish.

Sure enough, the next moment Fang Dongli discovered something wrong with the pole.

Because the tip of the rod he had raised above his head began to bend and the line became taut.

Suddenly he was filled with surprise. Today he had experienced the feeling of losing and regaining something twice.

As expected, Fang Dongli pulled the fish back in no time. It was a big grass carp about 70 to 80 centimeters long and weighed a little over 10 kilograms, which was about the same as Zhang An had estimated.

(End of this chapter)