Although sailfish is not as famous as swordfish, it is actually just as ferocious as swordfish.
It has the same long and pointed mouth, the same super-fast swimming speed, and its part-time job is as a swordfish with a large flag-like fin on its back.
"We're lucky." Zhang Qicheng said with a smile, "Sailfish is also a good thing. The fish meat is tender and delicious, and the nutritional value is very high. It is one of the rarest catches. Moreover, sailfish are not only rare in number, but also very difficult to catch. They are one of the fastest swimming fish in the sea. It is difficult to catch them with either purse seine or trawl nets, and it is even more difficult to catch them with fish cages. This fish almost never eats dead fish."
Xiang Yang smiled and nodded, "I'm lucky. This swordfish must have wanted to launch a surprise attack to catch some prey, but it slowed down and got caught in the fishing net. Otherwise, how could my net catch the swordfish?"
"It was a good decision to follow you this time." Zhang Qicheng stared at the swordfish with shining eyes, "We are in for another treat."
Xiang Yang smiled. It was just a swordfish. It was indeed not easy to sell. Zhang Qicheng had just given a big discount on salmon. Since Zhang Qicheng wanted to eat it, then let him eat it. Xiang Yang himself also wanted to taste the swordfish.
Soon, after counting the catch, most of the crew members collapsed on the deck exhausted.
Xiang Yang had a smile on his face and was about to say something.
Just then, Xiang Yang's cell phone rang.
"Huh?" Xiang Yang took out his cell phone and saw that it was Xiang's mother calling.
"Hello? Mom." Xiang Yang quickly answered the phone.
"The call finally got through, why didn't you answer it?" Xiang's mother complained.
"The signal at sea is not very good. There are large areas with no signal at all. What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Xiang Yang asked.
Mother Xiang said, "Grandpa Fu came to our house today."
Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows, "Which Grandpa Fu?"
"Who else could it be? The old principal of the village primary school." Xiang's mother said.
When Xiang's mother said this, Xiang Yang immediately knew it.
Grandpa Fu is probably the oldest person in the village. He has taught in the village primary school for decades. Many families have three generations of his students. However, he has never taught Xiang Yang because he had retired when Xiang Yang was in primary school.
However, Grandpa Fu had taught Xiang Yang's uncle, father, and third uncle, and Uncle Xiang said that Grandpa Fu had taken good care of the Xiang family in the past and was indebted to them.
"Mom, can't you just say it's Principal Fu? What is he doing in our house?" Xiang Yang asked.
"Grandpa Fu wants to burn a pagoda. He said it's an old tradition in our Huhai Town and an important intangible cultural heritage. But now most of the old people who know how to burn pagodas are dead, and his health is almost failing. If he dies, this important intangible cultural heritage will be completely lost. So he wants to burn a pagoda at the end of this year." Xiang's mother said.
"Burning the pagoda?" Xiang Yang asked, "Is this an old tradition in our Huhai Town? How come I have never heard of it?"
"That was a long time ago," said Xiang's mother.
According to legend, in the late Qing Dynasty, on the night of New Year's Eve, a group of children who stole pumpkins cooked the stolen pumpkins over a fire in the wild under a maple tree.
The group of children built a temporary stove with three stones, put a pot on it and cooked melon. The three gaps between the stones were surrounded by tiles to prevent the wind from blowing the fire away. The remaining gap was used to add firewood to the fire.
When the pumpkin was ripe, the tiles on both sides were burned red.
When the children hurriedly moved the pot away from the stove, in the blink of an eye, an old man with a red beard, wearing a red shirt and red pants and with a ruddy face emerged from the fire pit. The children were so scared that they dropped the pumpkins in their hands and ran towards their homes with their heads in their hands.
How could the adults believe it when they heard about this
They first beat up the naughty kids, and then went straight to the place where the kids were cooking pumpkin. After all, pumpkin was very precious in that era.
Then something strange happened again.
The adults' legs were fixed by an invisible force, and they could not move forward or backward and could only spin in place.
But the adults did not see any red-bearded old man. They only saw a huge pile of red fire in the shape of a pagoda, spitting out tongues of fire from time to time in the gaps between the fish-scale-like tiles.
The pagoda was spewing out tongues of fire from time to time. People could vaguely hear the crackling sound of burning wood and see sparks flying in the sky. The fire lasted until midnight before it was finally stopped.
The next day, the residents of Huhai Town gathered in groups to discuss what they had seen last night, and they were all puzzled.
Later, the old priest of a nearby ancient temple broke the news and said that it was the God of Fire from heaven who had come to the world, which was a very auspicious thing.
After hearing what the old temple priest said, the residents of Huhai Town finally put their minds at ease.
As this was a good thing, the villagers started talking about it excitedly, and soon they decided that on the night of New Year's Eve every year, the whole town would build a tower-shaped object with tiles, open the door from the bottom floor, add firewood and add fire, and burn it until midnight, until the entire tower turned red, to commemorate the birth of the God of Fire.
Because the object resembles a tower, people gradually called this activity "burning the pagoda."
Xiang Yang was quite speechless after hearing this, "Mom, what kind of myth is this? Fire Star Lord, why don't you say it's the Fire God Zhurong?"
Xiang Yang didn't even believe in the punctuation marks in this myth or legend.
This is complete nonsense.
"Wait." Zhang Qicheng stopped Xiang Yang and shouted hurriedly into the phone, "Auntie, are you sure there really is such a tradition in Huhai Town? How come I haven't heard of it at all?"
"Yes, and as time went on, the inheritors made the pagoda rounder and bigger when burning it, and added a series of related content to create the atmosphere, and finally formed a spectacular scene similar to a sacrificial activity. This activity continued until after liberation." Xiang's mother said with certainty.
"Wait, let me look up some information." Zhang Qicheng hurriedly took out his mobile phone and tapped the screen with his fingers.
Fang Youqun leaned forward curiously, "Brother Zhang, even if this is true, it is an event in our Huhai Town. Why are you so excited?"
Zhang Qicheng glanced at Fang Youqun and said, "If this event really happens, I will sponsor all the expenses of this event for the next 100 years."
Hearing this, Xiang Yang took a breath of cold air.
The tiles need to be burned red, and there must be related activities to create the atmosphere. How much does it cost to hold this event
Zhang Qicheng covered all the expenses for this activity within a hundred years? What was he trying to achieve
Protecting intangible cultural heritage
Nonsense, Xiang Yang would never believe that this reason could make Zhang Qicheng pay such a huge sum of money.
Xiang Yang suddenly became alert. To make Zhang Qicheng so enthusiastic, there must be some hidden story that Xiang Yang didn't know.