Chapter 97

The northern villages have threshing grounds, while fishing villages have drying grounds. As the saying goes, "three days of fishing and two days of drying nets", in fact, this should not just describe people's laziness, drying nets is very important for fishermen manual labor.

The drying ground has two functions, one is to dry nets, and the other is to dry catches. Dried fish fillets and various dried seaweeds are hung here to dry.

The drying yard of Wangjia Fishing Village occupies half of the village. Behind the village is a huge drying yard. Simply put, it is a flat and wide muddy land with many smooth wooden racks for drying fishing nets and catches.

When he walked to the edge of the drying yard, Wang Bo saw his father at a glance.

Bo Dae is an old fisherman in his fifties. His skin has become dark and rough due to years of wind and waves, his hair is gray and his back is stooped. He looks sixty years old.

However, life at sea has tempered a man's physique. Bo's father looks old, but in fact he is very strong. Wang Bo used to be very envious of his father's strong muscles.

At this time, the old man was chatting with some old friends while tidying up the fishing nets. Someone saw Wang Bo first, rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and asked, "Hey, second brother, is that Xiao Bo?"

Bo's father didn't look back, he quickly opened the tangled fishing net and said: "Xiao Bo is still in New Zealand, he just called yesterday..."

"What a little Bo." The other two also said.

Hearing what his friends said, Father Bo hurriedly turned his head, and when he saw the smiling Wang Bo, he was also full of surprises. He stood up and shouted: "Son, why are you back all of a sudden?"

"I got on the plane yesterday, can't I fly back in a day? Technology changes life, Dad!" Wang Bo said with a smile, and came up to say hello to the elders in the village.

He started to clean up the fishing nets. The fourth uncle in the village said, "Why are you still busy here? My son is coming back to celebrate the New Year, so hurry back and prepare some good food!"

Daddy Bo was the happiest one seeing his son, he laughed and said, "Damn, the fishing nets are almost ready, fourth brother, help me fix it, I will take my son back first, and I will call you and your brother later." Get up and drink at my house!"

Wang Bo added: "I brought back a lot of food and drink from New Zealand, fourth uncle, come over here, try foreign seafood, and compare it with ours!"

Several people agreed, and the father and son went home happily.

For dinner, his mother did prepare fried small salted fish with corn pancakes, plus a pot of steaming small miscellaneous fish, and the authentic fisherman's dinner came out.

Wang Bo also steamed lobster and king crab. He wanted to make two more dishes, but his parents did not allow them, saying that they would be saved for Chinese New Year.

After returning home, his father scolded him several times after seeing the things he brought. Even after fishing all his life, he was shocked by the seafood brought back by Wang Bo. He had never seen king crabs that looked like small pot lids. Let alone eaten.

It was getting dark early in winter, and the family of three gathered around the stove, and there was an iron pot on the stove, in which palm-length small yellow croakers, small squid, small pomfret, and the longest one was small mackerel. Just a little longer than chopsticks.

Golden corn tortillas are pasted around the iron pan, and peanut oil is spread under the tortillas, so as the tortillas are steamed, the aroma of the oil comes out.

The fish soup gradually heated up and boiled, and the small miscellaneous fish inside began to churn, and the delicious fish smell gradually overwhelmed the smell of oil and corn tortillas.

Wang Bo first scooped up a bowl of fish soup for his parents, and his father, smoking a cigarette, pushed the bowl in front of him and said, "Your mother and I have had enough of this stuff, you eat, and you eat well."

The whole family is welcome, Wang Bo first drank a bowl of boiled fish soup overflowing with flavor, and then scooped up a bowl of soaked tortillas in it, picked up the oily salted fish and ate it with gusto.

The son came home and seemed to be doing well abroad. The two old people were in a good mood and ate more dinner than before.

Wang Bo continued to introduce New Zealand to the two, and showed them the photos taken on his mobile phone. His parents were amazed. They didn't know that there is still a country that is summer...

After a good night's sleep, Wang Bo went to sea with his father the next day.

Chinese New Year is coming soon, and every family in the fishing village will go out to sea to catch some seafood to make New Year’s goods. They are not allowed to go to sea for a week before and after the New Year’s Eve. This is an ancient tradition passed down from generation to generation.

There are no big boats in the small fishing village, and Wang Bo's family is a small sampan, which cannot go out to sea as long as the wind and waves are a little bit stronger, and even if the wind is calm, there is not much to catch.

In the minds of most people, places closer to the sea seem to be places that became rich earlier. In fact, this is a misunderstanding, because not all seasides are suitable for building seaports.

A seaside fishing village without a harbor cannot develop at all.

Catching seafood for sale? Surrounded by the same ocean, catch and sell to whom? Moreover, in the past, the logistics transportation and refrigeration technology were not good enough, and the fish caught loose could not be kept fresh for a long time, and even if they were shipped out, they would not be sold at a price.

In Wang Bo's memory, there were few big houses with blue bricks and red tiles in his village until he was a boy. It was a very difficult time.

Fortunately, with the popularity of farmhouse entertainment and fisherman's banquets in recent years, the village has taken the opportunity to develop tourism and improve the economy.

His family's fishing boat is a large sampan. The only modern part is the diesel engine at the back. There is not even a place to shelter from the wind and rain on the boat. If it is blown by the sea wind, the skin on his face will hurt.

Seeing Wang Bo grinning, his father laughed loudly: "How about it, is it exciting?"

Wang Bo also laughed. Since he entered university, he has almost never gone to sea again. The feeling of the winter sea breeze has somewhat faded away.

After the fishing boat sailed for a certain distance, Bo Dae stood at the stern and cast a trawl net. The next step is to use experience to judge where there are fish, and put the net away after a period of dragging.

For local fishermen, experience is very important. Most of them do not have advanced machinery such as fish finders and underwater radars. Once the judgment is wrong, it means wasting effort, time and diesel.

The fishing boat dragged for fifteen or sixteen minutes, and Wang Bo put away the fishing nets under his father's signal.

There are only a few sporadic dragon head fish inside, the big ones are less than 20 centimeters long, and the small ones are even more invisible.

Father Bo lit a cigarette and took two puffs, pulled the net and threw the small fish back into the sea, leaving a few big fish behind, sighing: "Save it for stewing tofu, alas, this net is a loss. "

Wang Bo smiled optimistically: "It's okay, you can't have a good harvest every time, right? Dad, you continue to log off the net, I have confidence in your experience."

Father Bo shook his head helplessly, and said: "Experience is not good. There are not many fish in the sea. In the past two years, a few factories have been built in the sea. There are even fewer fish that can survive!"