The two sides quarreled and cursed at each other, but it did not delay their fishing.
You scooped a basket and I scooped a net, and we almost got into a fight.
Jiang Sanlang scattered bait as he walked forward. After he had scattered all the bait in the basin, he and his brother and nephew occupied a section of the river to themselves and caught a lot of fish.
Seeing that it was almost done, I packed up my backpack and prepared to go home.
The villagers were still reluctant to leave, and they didn't leave until no more fish swam over, and then they reluctantly packed up their tools.
At this time, a dishevelled young man approached Jiang Sanlang and asked, "Jiang Sanlang, do you still have that bait?"
"No more." Jiang Sanlang glanced at him and didn't want to say anything more. He and his elder brother, second brother, nephew and second nephew carried the fish baskets and prepared to leave.
The man suddenly grabbed the basket behind Jiang Sanlang and shouted, "You obviously have it, why don't you give it to us? Your family is so rich, why do you care about this little thing? You rich beast, do you want to starve us poor people to death?"
Before Jiang Sanlang could drop the backpack, Wang Ke and Li Dayong rushed over and punched him in the face.
The young man was knocked to the ground and shouted for help, "Murder! Jiang Sanlang is killing people! Help! Help!"
Unexpectedly, not only did no one come to rescue him, but several people from the East Village rushed over, and they all rushed up to him, punching and kicking him, until he begged for mercy again and again.
"Okay, stop beating him to death." Seeing that it was almost done, Jiang Sanlang quickly ordered his men to stop.
Only then did the crowd disperse.
Looking at this person again, he was curled up on the ground and dared not speak. When he saw Jiang Sanlang coming over, he shrank back in fear.
Jiang Sanlang looked at him coldly and left with everyone.
Even though the man had messy hair and face, Jiang Sanlang still recognized who he was.
The younger brother of my second brother’s ex-wife, Leng Da, the son of Mrs. Cao from Lengjia Village.
It seems that this guy has already spent all the money from selling his sister, otherwise he wouldn't be so destitute. He even dares to act like a rogue in front of him. He must be tired of living. He, Jiang Sanlang, has never been an easy guy to deal with.
The people of Dongcun followed Jiang Sanlang and returned to Nanpo in a hurry.
During this fishing trip, almost every family caught a lot.
Chen Zhu and his second cousin Chen Yin caught more than a dozen fish, each weighing more than ten pounds. They divided the fish and each got six.
Chen Zhu gave one to his eldest brother and one to his second brother's family, and kept the rest for his own use.
The winter festival is coming soon and the clan will worship their ancestors, so the family must provide offerings. These fish are enough.
When Tang saw that his son had caught so many fish, he was so happy that he quickly cleared out a water tank to release the fish.
The chief came over with his hands behind his back, took a look, and asked curiously, "How did you catch them?"
Chen Zhu laughed and said, "Brother Jiang has bait. Just throw it out and the fish will come running."
"What kind of bait is so magical?" The patriarch was a little unconvinced.
Chen Zhu washed his hands with water. "Brother Jiang said that it was made by adding crushed golden ear to wheat bran, which big fish especially like to eat."
The patriarch nodded and looked down to see several large fish tumbling in the water tank.
After a pause, he asked, "Silang, how many golden ear fungi do you have left?"
"About a hundred cans." Chen Zhu took the cloth handed to him by his mother and wiped his hands.
The clan leader asked again, "How many plants can be divided next year?"
"Four hundred plants should be enough." Chen Zhu said.
The clan leader thought for a moment and said, "Silang, the golden ears of your eldest and second brothers are all ruined. When we divide the trees next year, we will give each of them 100."
Chen Zhu was stunned.
When Tang heard the old man say this, he jumped up and said angrily, "Why? My son has cultivated the bacteria with great effort, why should he give it to those two people?"
The clan leader was displeased: "What are those two people? They are my son, Shilang's biological brother!"
"Bah!" Tang sneered, "When my Zhuer was lying on the kang, no one thought he was someone's brother! Oh, now they are talking about brothers."
"You!" The clan leader was almost mad at his old wife, and he flicked his sleeves and went back to the house.
Tang snorted coldly, pulled her son aside and said, "Don't listen to your father! When you went to war, we mothers suffered a lot at home. The whole family cooked eggs for us, but we were the only ones not given any, and they said there were not enough eggs. My poor little demon just watched his cousins eat eggs. Oh, I feel suffocated when I think about this."
Seeing his mother nagging again, Chen Zhu said helplessly, "Mom, don't mention this. It's not good for Yaoer to hear it."
"What's wrong with that?" Tang rolled her eyes at her son and said, "If I don't explain it to him, people will treat him as a fool who is easy to bully."
Chen Zhu sighed and said nothing more.
I'm afraid there will be no harmony between my family and my elder and second brothers' families.
After lunch, Tang took her grandson to play at Jiang's house.
Tang told his grandson: "Play well with Yingbao later. Don't bully her, okay?"
Yaoer nodded.
"Also, don't forget to give the silk flower grandma gave you to Yingbao." Tang reminded with a smile.
Xiao Yao blinked, not understanding why her grandma always asked her to give things to Yingbao and play with her.
In fact, I prefer playing with Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu.
Walking into Jiang Sanlang's yard, Tang called out, "Is Chunniang home?"
Chunniang ran out quickly: "Oh, it's Aunt Tang, come in quickly."
Tang led her grandson into the house and looked around. Not seeing the three children, she asked with a smile, "My Yaoer insisted on coming to play with Yingbao, why didn't I see her?"
Chunniang brought a bamboo chair and asked Tang to sit down, saying, "Bao'er is writing in the room."
"Oh, what a studious child." Tang patted his grandson gently, "Look how hardworking Yingbao is. I should learn more from her in the future."
Chun Niang smiled and said, "Yao'er is still young."
"Not small anymore, Yao'er is only two or three months younger than Yingbao. It won't matter when she grows up."
Tang sat down on the bamboo chair and said to her grandson, "Go find Yingbao to play. Hey, Chunniang, you don't know, Yao'er loves Yingbao very much and keeps asking to come over to play with her all day long."
Yao'er, who was about to go into the inner room, turned around and wanted to tell his aunt that he didn't do it, but was glared back by his grandmother.
Yaoer ran into Yingbao's room with a pout, and saw her lying on the table on the kang writing.
Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu were lying on the other kang table.
"Jiang Jie, Jiang Wu." Yao'er waved to them happily. After thinking for a while, she took out a pair of silk flowers from her small pocket and said, "Here are some for you to wear."
Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu were very happy to see a friend visiting at this time, and quickly asked him to get on the kang.
So, the three boys sat on the kang and began to discuss how to wear the silk flowers most beautifully.
"My second cousin wears it next to his ear, like this. He learned it from the people in the county. Everyone in the county wears it like this."
"My grandpa only wears it during festivals. He wears it on his hat." Yaoer gestured with her little hands.
"My grandfather never wears flowers, but he puts on powder during festivals." Jiang Jie said, "Let him wear this flower."
Yao'er and Jiang Wu agreed. It would be so ugly to just put on powder without wearing flowers.
Yingbao finished writing a paragraph, put down her pen, and looked silently at the three boys who were discussing wearing flowers and applying powder.
"Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu, have you finished your homework?"
Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu shrank their necks and said nothing more.
Yingbao asked Yaoer again: "Chen Bozhong, have you finished your homework too?"
Yao'er quietly moved behind Jiang Jie, covered her eyes with her little hands, and peeked at the little girl opposite through her fingers.
She is so scary, even scarier than the Master.
But grandma still said she was cute and asked me to play with her, even though she was obviously not fun at all.