"Grandpa, let me come, I am very strong!"

"It's useless to make a hoe just have brute force."

On the soft soil with bamboo heads, the grandfather and grandson were digging for earthworms in preparation for fishing.

Old Man Song was wielding a hoe, and Song Jiamu was like a little chicken, squatting on the ground to pick up the earthworms he had hoeed.

Seeing that he was about to use a hoe, Old Man Song gave him the hoe.

This hoe has been used for more than ten years. The wooden handle has been replaced two or three times. The handshake area has been smoothed and shiny by the palm.

Song Jiamu took the hoe, which was not heavy at all. He raised it high and smashed it hard on the ground. Then he pried the wooden handle and turned up a large piece of soil.

Then I used a hoe to break up the large piece of soil and took a closer look. There were no earthworms.

After swinging the hoe more than twenty times in a row, Song Jiamu also felt that his arm was a little sore.

"Grandpa, why do I feel that you use the hoe so easily?"

"You are clever, all this is brute force. If you use a hoe like you do, even if you get half a piece of ground, your hands will be blistered. You should bend your waist a little, don't stand too straight, open your hips a little, don't

Only use your arms to use force, you have to learn to borrow force..."

As Old Man Song spoke, he held up a hoe to demonstrate.

As soon as the hoe came into Grandpa's hand, Song Jiamu immediately felt the difference, as if the weapon in a fantasy novel had been recognized by blood. The hoe was disobedient in his hands, but in Grandpa's hands, it was simply

It's like it's part of his body.

Old Man Song is over seventy years old this year. He has white hair and a thin body. He has a skinny look unique to the elderly, but underneath this skinny look, he seems to have greater strength than Song Jiamu.

He waved the hoe easily, turning up a large piece of soil with only a small amount of effort, and then cracked the soil apart delicately. He could even use the tip of the hoe to pick the wriggling earthworms into the box.

"Put some soil in the box so earthworms won't escape."

"Grandpa, I will never be able to learn your hoe skills in this lifetime!"

"What's the use of learning this now? It's enough to fish for an entire afternoon. Let's go back and get something."

"good!"

Song Jiamu took the 'companion weapon' from his grandfather's hand and went home together to get the fishing rod, bucket and small bench.

The sky in the countryside is very blue, and today is also a clear day. Walking on the ridge of the fields, crooked new seedlings have been planted in the rice fields. From time to time, there will be a few wild herons pecking snails in the fields, looking up at them, and then fluttering their wings.

Fly up.

"Hey Lao Song, your grandson is back?"

"Yeah, let's go fishing."

"The young man is so handsome! Do you have someone?"

We often meet acquaintances on the road. Song Jiamu doesn't know anyone, but Old Man Song seems to know no one he doesn't know, and he can chat with everyone.

Song Jiamu also has a sweet mouth. In short, just call him uncle or auntie.

There are no high-rise buildings, no noise of cars, and the April wind feels very comfortable on the body. Song Jiamu likes to go back to the countryside and feels particularly relaxed.

This is probably what "outing" means. He walked along the path between the fields and stepped on the weeds, but as he walked away, the grass straightened its leaves crookedly.

After walking for about ten minutes, the grandfather and grandson came to a small wild pond with running water. A small stream flowed into it and then flowed further away.

"Grandpa, where does this water go?"

"Anjiang."

Old man Song handed two fishing rods to Song Jiamu, moved a small bench and sat down on a flat ground: "There are many small crucian carp and small white strips here, all of which are two fingers in size. They are fried carefully with oil. They are very crispy.

, the bones are all crispy, let’s see how much we can make today, grandpa will fry some for you to try when we go home tonight.”

"OK!"

Song Jiamu was eager to give it a try. His grandfather was a great chef. When he was young, he would be invited to cook every wedding or wedding in the village. His father also learned his cooking skills from him.

The fishing rod is made of bamboo. Just tie a fishing line, tie a fishing hook, and hang a float. Compared with the equipment that my father commonly uses now, it is pretty simple.

The earthworms on Song Jiamu were also very clumsy. They were slimy and slippery. He carefully put the fishhook through one end of the earthworm, and the earthworm immediately began to twist. When the fishhook was completely wrapped, he cut off the earthworm with his nails.

After finishing it, my hands were dirty. When I looked back, I saw that grandpa had already started throwing the pole.

Song Jiamu picked up the fishing rod and gently threw the bait into the water in a swinging arc. The float landed on the water, creating circles of ripples.

Both the grandfather and grandson were wearing straw hats, the kind of light yellow straw hats commonly seen when working. The fish didn't bite the hook for the time being. Song Jiamu looked east and west, and a very beautiful dragonfly landed on his fish.

On the pole, he took out his mobile phone and quietly took a photo.

It would be nice if Yun Shuqian was here.

Even Song Jiamu himself didn't realize that in such a pleasant environment, the first person he thought of was Yun Shuqian.

I don't know what she is doing now.

The float started to move, and after a while, it sank with a roar.

Song Jiamu quickly lifted the fishing rod, feeling the trembling force of the fish coming from the fishing rod, and a small crucian carp was lifted up by him.

"Grandpa, what a good start!"

Seeing his excited look, Old Man Song also smiled. The wrinkles on his face were squeezed into a ball. He took a puff of dry tobacco and exhaled thick smoke, which was blown away by the wind in the April spring.

After catching the fish, Song Jiamu became more motivated, hung up the bait and cast the rod again. Before waiting for the next fish to take the bait, he made a video call to Yun Shuqian.

The phone rang for a long time, but she didn't answer it.

While waiting for the time to arrive, Yun Shuqian picked up.

Her appearance appeared in the screen. The girl's face looked a little red. Judging from the background, it was in the corridor of the library?

Yun Shuqian also saw him. In the picture was Song Jiamu wearing a rustic straw hat. The background was a light green field and a clear blue sky. So he looked quite interesting in this picture.

.

"Hey, where are you? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I was reading in the library and I picked it up when I came out to the corridor."

Yun Shuqian said, and glanced at Yuan Caiyi inside. Seeing that she didn't peek over here, she whispered, "Why are you calling me? This is your hometown?"

"Yes, I was fishing with my grandfather, and I just caught a crucian carp."

"..."

She thought he had something big going on, but he came to tell her that he had caught a crucian carp?

"real or fake……"

"Here."

Song Jiamu turned the camera around and showed her the crucian carp in the bucket. The red bucket, the water scooped from the pond, had a few weeds floating on it, as well as small crucian carp swimming.

After taking pictures of the small crucian carp, Song Jiamu took pictures of the environment he was fishing in to show her.

This is a scene that Yun Shuqian, who has been living in the city, rarely sees. Although she has watched it on TV a lot, she always feels that she has no sense of immersion. But it is different now. In such a scene, Song Jiamu is the one she is most familiar with.

The guy was here, so she immediately felt very involved.

He said, "You're so boring," but his eyes didn't let go of any detail, and he looked at it very carefully.

There are two situations in chatting, it can be 'I'm outside', or it can be 'I'm fishing. I just caught a small crucian carp. Look how blue the sky is. Do you think the clouds look like those above the head of a lazy sheep?

Then rub your hair, the sunshine is very good, the air is very good, do you think I look handsome in a straw hat?

Yun Shuqian liked the feeling that he had to share such big things with her.

"Then you are going to worship your ancestors, why are you going fishing?"

"Tomorrow, I have to go early in the morning."

"Are you fishing yourself?"

"With my grandpa."

Song Jiamu said, suddenly turning the camera to Old Man Song.

Yun Shuqian panicked immediately. This guy acted randomly when she disagreed, just like he appeared out of nowhere when she was video chatting with her mother that day. Now that she saw his grandpa, the little girl was not ready yet.

"Hello grandpa..."

Her sweet voice came from the phone.

Old Man Song squinted his eyes and pulled back, and then he could clearly see the little girl on the screen.

He smiled and nodded: "Okay."

"Grandpa, what do you think of her?"

"Okay, very handsome."

"She can also cook. I've eaten it and it's delicious."

"That's not easy. Your second sister is already twenty-five and still doesn't know how to cook."

Listening to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, Yun Shuqian's face turned red. What was this guy talking about with his grandfather?
To be continued...