Chapter 195: shuhaige.net Chapter 195 Winter Fishing

shuhaige. net Chapter 195 Winter Fishing

After seeing off Chen Xueru and the two others, Yang Qing put on a thick cotton coat, grabbed a canvas curtain, a blanket, two bamboo poles, and sneaked out the back gate with Chen Hong from the large courtyard.

Because it's the end of the year, occasionally there are sounds of children setting off firecrackers.

Chen Hong held the fishing gear, rain tarp, and a rolled-up grass mat, following behind Yang Qing.

The beam from Yang Qing's flashlight pierced the dark road, shooting all the way toward Shichahai.

Chen Hong felt it was wonderful; back then, they had started from Shichahai, and at that time they had earned a large sum of money.

Now they have come again, and this scene warms her heart.

Yang Qing led the way while chattering on.

"Ah, if it weren't for the job at Jiedao holding me back, we wouldn't have to go night‑fishing in Shichahai in the dark."

"Now at Jiedao I spend all day just stoking the fire, doing nothing else."

"I even feel guilty about that salary."

Chen Hong knew her man was starting to humblebrag again.

"This is what you call being ungrateful."

"Do you know what our countryside is like?"

"We light candles, but candles are expensive and we hate to waste them."

"So as soon as it gets dark, we can only go to bed on the kang."

"Flashlights are big‑ticket items in the village; only the militia can afford them."

"You think wages for odd jobs in Jingcheng are low, but even the regular workers where we come from earn only about fifteen a month, whereas here in Jingcheng it's straight twenty‑plus."

"You think life without work in the city is hard, but do you know that this kind of hard life is actually a comfortable life in our village?"

"You have fixed rations; we work hard all year and may still end up owing money to the village."

"If it were replaced by someone unscrupulous who, for his own gain, inflates the grain output report, our whole village would have to go hungry."

"Even if we starved to death, we could do nothing about those people, because the superiors don't allow such things to be exposed."

"So only we poor folks end up suffering the loss."

"Now our life is already like heaven, so don't be ungrateful here."

"Because sometimes, seeing your shameless face, I can't help but want to give you a beating."

"You have blessings but don't realize them."

Chen Hong's words left Yang Qing speechless.

He was indeed being pretentious, also accustomed to freedom, unable to tolerate these idle, boring days.

The two quickly arrived at Shichahai; the lake surface was dark and murky, proving that nobody had come to fish yet.

Yang Qing picked up an ice chisel, chiseled a hole in the ice at the lakeside, checked the thickness—it was a full palm thick, very safe.

They then walked another ten or so meters into the lake and chiseled the ice again.

They opened a twenty‑centimeter hole.

They laid down the grass mat, then placed the rain tarp on top of it.

Both the grass mat and the rain tarp have a hole in the middle, exactly exposing the fishing hole.

They then inserted the bamboo poles into the grass, tied them securely, and erected a frame.

Finally they draped the canvas curtain over the frame, and a tent was set up.

Although they had tested it at home, the newly erected tent still felt novel to Chen Hong.

Especially under a sky full of Many Stars, on the cold, stern ice of a bay lake.

This tent gave them sufficient solace in the midst of desolation.

The two crawled into the tent, set up their fishing rods, turned on the light, scattered bait, and began to wait quietly.

Chen Hong wrapped herself in the blanket, embraced Yang Qing, and rested her chin on his head.

Together they waited quietly for the fish to bite.

Now the fish are no longer important, because they have already solved their food and warmth needs.

Fishing is just to add a dish to the family table.

They leaned against each other, silent, as if they had already said everything there was to say; just being together was enough.

After half an hour, the fishhook finally showed a reaction.

After years of conquest, fish have become scarce; were it not for the fresh mountain water flowing in, which could bring new fish, Shichahai might already have lost all traces of fish.

With a soft plop, a carp weighing about one jin came ashore.

The fish that landed quickly froze to death on the rain tarp.

Yang Qing continued.

The two fished slowly; when Chen Hong grew tired she slept, and when Yang Qing grew tired he swapped with her to keep fishing.

By four or five o'clock they had finally caught a dozen or so fish.

And the bait used for chumming amounted to a full three jin.

That shows Yang Qing is wealthy and bold enough to waste food like this; anyone else would feel heartbroken.

But the caught fish are not bad—small ones half a jin, big ones four or five jin.

All together they should weigh about thirty jin.

In reckoning, they made a profit.

Yang Qing shook Chen Hong awake.

Chen Hong woke up dazed, the man in her arms urging her to get up.

"Wife, hurry up, or else someone will show up later."

Chen Hong hugged Yang Qing's head and gave it a kiss.

Then they stretched their body, and their joints kept creaking.

Keeping one posture all night has already stiffened their body.

"How many did you catch, enough to eat?"

The moment they left Chen Hong's embrace, Yang Qing felt a rush of cold.

"It should be enough to eat; if not, we'll come again next week."

Anyway, for Yang Qing, the winter‑frozen Shichahai is their fishing ground.

The quiet night, bright lights, plump bait, and ample oxygen are all deadly temptations for these fish.

Chen Hong opened the tent, stepped outside, performed a set of Supreme Ultimate, and only then relieved their stiffened body.

When they came back in, Yang Qing had already put the fish into the backpack.

The raincloth, fishing gear, and blanket have all been put away.

Seeing this, Chen Hong began to dismantle the cloth curtain from outside, and Yang Qing also came out to help with Household Chores.

After a while, the grass mat had already been rolled up.

It is now four or five in the morning, the darkest time before dawn, and when people are in the deepest sleep.

The couple groped their way back to the back door, took out the key, opened the door, and returned home.

Back inside, Yang Qing urged Chen Hong to go back to sleep for a while.

Chen Hong let out a yawn.

"I'll just help you process the fish first."

Yang Qing pushed them back into the house.

"You'd better not move; it's very fishy."

Wild fish indeed have a stronger fishy smell.

At this moment, Da Hua, smelling the scent, ran over with a meow.

Yang Qing grabbed it in one hand and shoved it into Chen Hong's arms.

"Watch it carefully, and don't come over to cause trouble."

Da Hua was scooped into Chen Hong's arms, struggled a bit trying to escape, but after Chen Hong gave a pat, it immediately settled.

Its gaze at Yang Qing was full of grievance, as if saying, why did you give me to that bad woman?

Don't blame Da Hua for fearing Chen Hong; it's simply because Chen Hong, when idle, practices Supreme Ultimate with Da Hua and Xiao Hua.

Chen Hong's Supreme Ultimate skill is already very deep; the two little ones, no matter how they struggle, cannot escape Chen Hong's clutches.

Xiao Hua is now hibernating, leaving only Da Hua to be bullied, so it especially does not dare to sting.

It doesn't hit you, but can play you to death.

This feeling, Yang Qing has also experienced; once Chen Hong gets serious, Yang Qing finds it hard to get out of Chen Hong's long‑arm range.