We are located in the abdomen of Lixia, where there are countless famous pots, ditches, ponds, small canals, running ditches, irrigation troughs and drip troughs, which also provide a natural place for "kicking fish". In fact, "kicking fish" is a fishing name in rural areas of northern Jiangsu.
Fishing is of course inseparable from fishing gear. This fishing gear has four bamboo poles at the four corners and a bamboo tube in the middle. It is a fishing net made of hand-woven nylon or plastic net, surrounded on three sides, open on one side, with a pull rod in the middle, and the bamboo tube at four corners enters the bamboo tube in the middle, which becomes a "kick".
I often "kick fish" in the fields with my big brother and second brother. I don't have tap dancing at home, so I have to borrow it from my second uncle every time. My second uncle lives with my grandparents, who are afraid that we are small and refuse to lend it to us. We're not going to find them. Most of them were borrowed when grandparents were not at home. Let's go find my uncle. It depends on his good mood. We are like treasures, we just kick it away and run away. If you are in a bad mood, you have to be both soft and hard. Big brother borrows, second brother takes. I'll be responsible for distracting my uncle. I'll run as soon as I get it. Ren juwan shouted his voice and ignored it. The second uncle can only say, be careful, pay attention to safety, and we have disappeared at the end of the alley.
Sometimes I borrow it, and when I see no one at home, I take it and run away. When juwan saw that Kick was gone, he knew that it was our "good guys" (naughty) nephews who took it. I remember once, my grandparents hung the "kick" on the first two beams of the house, and we couldn't reach it. Fortunately, my grandparents went out to visit friends again and my uncle went to work. Big brother is watching outside the door. My second brother and I moved a big table with a chair on it. My second brother was a little taller and took it off effortlessly. I don't know how many times I borrowed the big table.
Of course, "kicking fish" is not full of hope every time, and there are countless disappointments. Hope and disappointment always coexist, and everyone who kicks fish knows this truth. Whenever spring and summer are slack in farming, neighbors like to "kick" some fish in the river, without asking how much they get, just enjoying the process. If you have too much, share it with your next-door neighbor's relatives. If you have less, pick it up yourself, get some pickles to cook small fish, and sip some wine. This day is gone. If you meet three or two confidants and have a few drinks, the conversation will be full of hearty laughter and linger in the empty sky in the countryside for a long time. The day of kicking fish is full of happiness.
Summer and autumn are good times to kick fish every year, especially between the rainy season and the flood season in summer, when there is abundant rainfall and the river surges, it is the best time to kick fish. Those who don't "kick fish" at ordinary times also hold up "kick fish" to get ready to move, rubbing their hands, and there are also people who kick fish in the wind and rain. There are those who return home with a full load, and those who have the right time and the right place; If it's great, just accept it and say it's good to eat something; Those who are drenched like a drowned rat only blame the bad weather; Returning empty-handed, he said that he didn't "kick" any "bone fish"; A big fish kept talking and ran away. ......
One day in the summer vacation, it rained heavily all day and all night. At night, we took advantage of the "kicking" in the rain. Early in the morning, the rain stopped and the three of us got up quietly. Eldest brother picked up "kick", I took a bucket, and second brother took a stick and a poncho. Running all the way, who wanted to catch up with Didi, went out of Zhuangzi only to find that there were many "kicking fish" people who went to the fields earlier than us. Some came back with trophies, and there were many crucian carp. Occasionally, there are some small miscellaneous fish, covered with ponchos, "kicking" on their shoulders, carrying heavy buckets in one hand and extending flashlights on their chests. It turns out that they left at midnight. We are always whispering in our hearts, and we are touching other people's "second water" (being beaten by others). The second brother muttered in a low voice. I felt hopeless, too, and my heart was on tenterhooks. Eldest brother comforted us and said; "When you come, you will be safe, little brother. Don't worry. Who can catch all the fish? There may be surprises. " We continued to walk on the muddy road in the country and met people kicking fish from time to time. We envy a bumper harvest.
Finally, I came to the drip mouth and watched the water from the big paddy field flow into the drip tank. The water level in the drip tank is not small, and the water in the tank gurgles into the river. Looking at Cao Zi's messy footprints and traces of interlaced water plants, I know from experience that this place has already been ransacked by others. Unless there are fish that slip through the net, it is difficult to gain much.
Big brother quickly held the "kick" and walked to the junction of the drip mouth and the river. We also came to the estuary together. There are fish flying around the river from time to time, which breaks the peace of the river. The fish with water in its mouth also churned and jumped, surfing passionately against the water flowing down from the dripper.
I saw my big brother jump up and stand in the middle of the spout, and "kick" was behind him. At that moment, I saw two little crucian carp leaders. Eldest brother picked up the fish bag with him, moved forward, and quickly put it down. After several times, he also caught a few small fish, and finally it was not in vain. I emptied the fish in my big brother's net bag and cooperated with him. At this time, the eldest brother propped up the shovel, lightly stepped on the net mouth with one foot to ensure that there was no gap under the net mouth, and gently pressed the middle pole with one hand. While greeting the second brother to stand in the dripping trough, he knocked on the water with a wooden stick, muddied the water with his feet and drove the fish into the pot. As long as you feel a fish hit the pot, the boss picks it up. In this way, I "kicked" all the way to the upstream of the grass. Hundreds of meters of grass were almost finished, and then I "kicked" a dozen small crucian carp. I don't think there is a pound or two. I used to be confident, but now I don't.
Seeing that Cao Zi had waited almost, I couldn't help looking at the rice fields. At this moment, I accidentally saw a drop of water in the rice field. With a flash of silver, a fish entered the rice field. I hurried over and saw the hole next to me sunken under the dense aquatic plants inside, and felt the aquatic plants moving. I quickly called my eldest brother and second brother to come over. Listen to me, big brother. It is estimated that no one pays attention to this position when it is dark. Set up a "kick" just a few tens of centimeters next to the aquatic plants and ask the second brother to go down and stir. Second brother answered and left. He opened the water grass with his hand, only to find that there was a small natural pond in the grass, and a dozen big crucian carp were lining up to absorb water, smacking their mouths and vying for it. I guess it was a fight or there were too many fish, so I jumped into the rice field.
The second brother grabbed handfuls of them with his hands excitedly, but threw them into my bucket. I feel heavy when I am dazzled. One of the big crucian carp, the second brother didn't catch it steady several times, but he pushed the fish to the mud beach to catch it. His tail was covered with mud and splashed all over his face. The rest of the fish were frightened and scattered, and all got into the "kick" of the eldest brother and mixed up. Haha, a dozen big crucian carp really didn't get pleasure from eating fish. Eldest brother, the second brother all smiled happily, saying that the third brother had a sharp eye, otherwise there would be no success today, and I also smiled happily. Later, we went to other puddles and "kicked" some small crucian carp.
Look, it's going to rain again, eldest brother said; "Go home early, three people will have a poncho, and it will be useless if the rain comes." As the eldest brother spoke, he moved the "kick" away, let the second brother hold the "kick" and carry the fish bucket himself. I grabbed a stick and walked home with a poncho. The mud all the way didn't feel so difficult to walk, and eldest brother took turns carrying fish barrels from time to time. I said I'd help you carry it, but the eldest brother said no, the road was too slippery, and the fish ran into the paddy field as soon as it slipped, which was not worth it. Besides, you're not as strong as me. Go. The second brother also offered to help, but the older brother didn't ask for it.
At this time, it began to rain again. I opened my raincoat and told my second brother to take shelter from the rain. Second brother said, no, you two hide for a while. I can run into the village for a few minutes, so that I can take shelter from the rain. Say that finish, not representative, run, haven't turned a ridge, I saw the second brother a staggered, leaned forward, a butt sitting on the edge of the paddy field. Brother and I will catch up quickly. It turned out that the second brother stepped on the roadside and slipped into the paddy field. We helped our second brother up. He looked at the mud all over his body, grinned with a wry smile and shouted bad luck.
The eldest brother comforted him a few words, picked up the "kick", put the poncho sideways, and the three brothers marched together in the rain. I still remember the scene of three brothers walking together in the rain, which is still fresh in my memory. In the days to come, we three brothers have always been like this, never leaving, through thick and thin.
When we entered the village, the rain stopped. My second brother and I were replaced by my eldest brother carrying a fish bucket, each with one hand, and my eldest brother was wearing a poncho and holding a "kick". On the way, everyone in the village said, darling, the three brothers came back from the field so early to "kick the fish" and "kick" a lot! When I got home, I found it was not nine o'clock. I weighed it and said it was twelve catties.
After so many years, I still reminisce about "kicking fish" with my two brothers. They care about each other and are in the same boat. Children in water towns have a lot of fun in "kicking fish". Now there are fewer people kicking fish in my hometown. Older people don't like to do it, younger people don't do it, and they don't have time to do it. The past can only be recalled, and the fish tastes long!