The life of Lao Liu since 1944

Chapter 54 Fishing, teasing 3 uncles

The third uncle was full of expectations, but when he saw the fish float, his mood instantly fell to the bottom. He held back his disappointment and patiently waited for the next fish bite. His eyes were fixed on the fish float, blinking.

He tried several times to catch the big fish, but failed. Every time the float sank, he would nervously grab the rod and pull it up, but it was usually a small fish.

Despite this, Uncle San was not discouraged. He looked at the palm-sized fish in his hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He seemed to have forgotten his previous disappointment and was only immersed in this small harvest.

At the same time, Hou Jie also felt the movement at his feet. He looked down and found that a fish had taken the bait. He quickly raised the rod, but the result disappointed him greatly - he didn't catch a single fish.

Yan Bugui saw Hou Jie's disappointment, he smiled proudly, then pointed at the third uncle and said: "What do you think, my skills are pretty good! I'll give you a chance, take home the master-level fishing skills for three cents." His words were full of confidence and pride, as if he really was a master in the fishing world.

As expected of Yan Laokou, he has already started to plot. His eldest son was just born, so his life is not that tight. Tsk tsk, this is really interesting. He is now even more curious about the people in that courtyard.

Hou Jie took a quick look and said calmly, "Not that great! We just caught a few toothpick-sized fish, what can we do with them?"

Yan Bugui was so angry that he snorted coldly and turned his head away and ignored him.

Many people go fishing on weekends, and fishing is a job that requires a lot of patience. Time passed, and by noon, Hou Jie still had no catch.

However, the third uncle caught a few small fish. People of this era do not despise meat. After all, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

As people around finished fishing one after another, they started to eat.

Yan Bugui also took out his lunch box from his backpack and prepared to enjoy a simple lunch. He glanced at Hou Jie and noticed that he did not bring any lunch. He looked pleased and greeted him warmly: "Little brother, you did not bring any lunch. Come and have a meal together." After that, he broke the steamed bread in his hand without hesitation and handed half to Hou Jie.

Yan Bugui took the other half of the steamed bread, put it into the enamel pot, soaked it in hot water, then took the pot, closed his eyes, and took a bite with a look of enjoyment. His expression seemed to tell Hou Jie that this was not just a lunch, but also his love for work and his persistent pursuit of life. Those who didn't know would think that he was not soaking water, but mellow mutton soup.

Hou Jie took the steamed bread that Yan Bugui gave him, took a bite, and his expression suddenly became a little painful. The steamed bread was too hard for him, and it was spicy and difficult for him to chew.

He looked miserable, and Yan Bugui saw it and was worried. "You kid, is the steamed bread so bad?" Yan Bugui said in a reproachful tone, "We fishermen just eat a simple meal at noon and eat meat at night. You should be more polite like me, understand?"

Hou Jie wanted to laugh when he saw this. He knew that people in Beijing cared about their reputation, but he didn't expect them to be so proud. In the end, he held back his laughter.

People like Yan Bugui will never help you when you are in trouble, but they won't step on you either. This is better than many people, and you can still get along with such people.

Hou Jie followed Yan Bugui's example and ate all the steamed bread without wasting food. He got up and went to the tricycle to take out the lunch box from the wooden box. Of course, he took it out from the space, and took it out from the box just for show.

There were three lunch boxes, all of the style of that time, nothing unusual. When I took them to Yan Bugui and opened the lunch boxes, I found a box of steamed buns, a box of meat and vegetable dishes, and a box of meat soup.

"Eat more! We should eat together, and we can't just eat your faults."

The two of them had already gotten to know each other by name. When Hou Jie took out the lunch box, Yan Bugui's eyes widened, thinking that he had been showing off for nothing.

"How can I be so embarrassed? You are so polite. Let me help you get it."

Yan Bugui said no, but his body was honest. He looked around like a thief, and then the two of them sat aside and started eating.

Hou Jie ate a little and stopped, leaving the rest to Yan Bugui. Yan Bugui didn't eat much either, he ate a little and stopped, planning to take some home for his family, so he could save another meal. He asked Hou Jie, and seeing that he had no objection, he happily accepted it.

Yan Bugui despised this boy in his heart. He was willing to waste such delicious food. He really had a lot of money to burn but didn't know how to live.

The two of them waited patiently by the water, and time passed quietly. By the afternoon, Hou Jie's fish basket was still empty. At this moment, although the third uncle also did not have a fruitful harvest, he faced the situation with a comforting and optimistic attitude.

He looked at Hou Jie who still had nothing to catch, his smile revealing understanding and encouragement, and said: "Little brother, it seems that luck is not on your side today. Maybe the Feng Shui today is not suitable for fishing. You will come up empty-handed." Hou Jie put down the book in his hand. Although he felt a little disappointed, he knew very well that fishing is not always a game of good harvest, but a game of patience and perseverance.

Hou Jie looked around and found that it was almost time for dinner, so he decided to pack up and finish fishing for the day. He picked up the fishing rod and prepared to use his spatial ability to hook the fish and pretend.

Borrowing the power of space, the moment Hou Jie skillfully hooked the fish, the float instantly sank into the water. This sudden change caused Yan Bugui great excitement. He knew that this might mean that a big fish was caught.

Yan Bugui couldn't help but shouting "There are fish, big fish..."

Hou Jie pretended to be struggling to operate the fishing rod. As he slowly pulled, a fish gleaming with silver light jumped out of the water, which was particularly dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun. He also pretended to be struggling to pull it to the shore. With a light lift, a fat fish came out of the water. When he weighed it, it weighed about three pounds.

Hou Jie inadvertently waved the big fish in front of Yan Bugui, with a smug look on his face, as if he was showing Yan Bugui his "trophy". This undoubtedly aroused great dissatisfaction in Yan Bugui. He widened his eyes, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, but he could do nothing about it.

Hou Jie looked at Yan Bugui's angry expression, and instead of restraining his joy, he sneered even more proudly, "It's true that if you don't open for one day, you can eat for three days after opening."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, and he even deliberately glanced at Yan Bugui's bucket, which was empty. It was obvious that Yan Bugui's harvest today was not ideal.

Provoked by Hou Jie's words, Yan Bugui's face suddenly turned livid. He silently grabbed his fishing gear, turned around without saying a word, leaving Hou Jie with only the back of his head.

Seeing this, Hou Jie felt a little disappointed, but he had to pack up his things and went home with the big fish. For Hou Jie, the result of this day's fishing was nothing to brag about, but it was better than nothing!

Seeing Hou Jie leaving, he cursed and said, "What shit luck."