Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 226: Where is Dragon Palace?
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From Changsha to Yueyang, it takes only two hours to take a train.
There was light rain today, the weather was foggy, and the lake was covered with water vapor. Although it is already the 21st century, some simple fishing boats with motors have returned from the lake.
Lin Luoran and Rong Donglin stood on the embankment of Dongting Lake. The subtle lake breeze mixed with drizzle rained on the two of them. Even if they were fanned, they would inevitably get wet.
The water is rippling, and the area of these eight hundred miles of Dongting is shrinking. Even the water is no longer clear. Even if there are dragons, I don’t know how they can live in such water.
Long Lin Luoran didn't see it, but the fishing boats started dumping to the lake to sort out today's harvest. The ban on fishing in the spring is about to begin, and the fishermen are hurrying to catch the last time, so all the fish in the boats are pulled back amidst the sound of the motor, and then dumped on the lake by the old and weak at home. Women and children come to sort.
This season is naturally not the time to eat crabs, but Dongting Lake is also rich in crayfish. March and April are the seasons for crayfish to burrow and lay eggs. The fishermen have not officially started because of the fishing ban. A large part of the dumped fish is crayfish.
After death, crayfish are poisonous and cannot be eaten. Dead shrimps are spread on the lake and beaches. They are piled up like a mountain and give off a nauseating smell.
Spicy crayfish Lin Luoran is very fond of eating, but this way of fishing made her a little sigh.
Seems to see what she was sighing, Rong Dong scratched his head, "A buddy in the dormitory said, Yueyang crayfish is the cheapest. In summer, it’s only 3 or 4 yuan a catty. The price can’t be mentioned. It’s worth it."
Lin Luoran smiled, did not delve into this topic, but walked over with an umbrella.
"Sister, do you sell fish and shrimp?"
The fisherwoman immersed herself in hard work, waving her hands again and again:
"Not retail, not retail."
Lin Luoran didn't force it, and asked from house to house. There were more than a dozen fishermen on the lake bank, and finally a smoking old man took care of her.
Years of work made the bare skin of the old man appear bronze, and his body was smelling like fish, and he was smoking inferior cigarettes guarding a broken boat.
"Master, how is the harvest today?"
This piece is so big. Lin Luoran chased people all the way to sell fish to her. The old fisherman had already heard this. He was waiting for the young couple to buy fish, but Lin Luoran asked him if his harvest was good. Well, he just took a look at the couple.
The two seem to be in their early twenties, and the male grows to be average, but the girl is very smart.
"Little girl, are you really here to buy fish?" The old fisherman asked nonchalantly after taking a cigarette. Rong Donglin kept playing drums in his heart. Senior Sister Lin didn’t know what was going on. The road was so hurried. They flew straight to Changsha and then transferred to Yueyang. They never rested all the way, but Lin Luoran didn’t know how to reach the edge of Dongting Lake. It's clamoring to eat fish.
Listening to the old man's question, Rong Dong is coming to realize that a smart person like Sister Lin will never aimlessly. He might as well wait for Sister Lin's plan.
Lin Luoran rolled her eyes and looked like a female student who didn’t know the world:
"Master, we are naturally here to buy fish, do you sell this fish?"
The old fisherman glanced at the small fish and shrimp in the cabin, as well as a few large lake crabs, and put out the smoke: "I am embarrassed to sell these two small fish and shrimp to you. "
Seeing that Lin Luoran was not disappointed or annoyed, he turned his words: "But the two offspring don't dislike the dirty here, the old man can cook a fish for you."
Rong Dong came to see his awning boat, which is both fishing and home. You can still see the living utensils placed on the corner of the boat. The black skin looks like the skin of an old fisherman. Uh, in other words, it is a A somewhat messy fishing boat.
Sister Lin is afraid that she won't be able to eat in such a place.
Rong Donglin thought she was going to refuse, but Lin Luoran frowned upon hearing the old fisherman’s words:
"Then I will be really cheeky and stay for dinner, uncle."
She closed the umbrella and jumped onto the deck. Rong Donglin naturally only followed to board the boat, confused.
The old fisherman was really uncomfortable. He made a fire with thin wooden boards in a small stove, put a piece of iron pot on the rack, mixed it with water, and picked out some fish, shrimp and crabs from the net bag, right behind the cabin He opened the intestines quickly, cleaned up the fish belly, crayfish head, and crab's fine feet, and poured his brain into the boiling pot.
Without ginger, green onions, and cooking wine to remove the smell, Rong Donglin didn't look forward to the white water fish and shrimp, but after the old fisherman threw a pinch of salt, he smelled a fresh fragrance.
The old fisherman took out two foreign porcelain bowls that had fallen out of paint, and one of them gave them a large bowl.
"Eat it."
Lin Luoran didn't dislike it, holding a porcelain bowl and sipping. Perhaps it was because there were no condiments other than salt. To the people of Rongcheng who are used to eating heavy dishes, the fish and shrimps are a bit dull, but after a while, they can taste the unique deliciousness of the game.
"It's really fragrant, isn't it, Junior Brother Rong?"
Lin Luoran was very satisfied with the meal, and Rong Donglin vaguely promised her, it was because his mouth was also full of fish.
Looking at whether they are pretending to eat, the old fisherman's face looks like a gully carved out by a knife, and it is not easy to notice that it has stretched a little.
"Master, thank you for inviting us to eat fish..."
"Thanks for your patronage, you two ate two bowls of fish, and he also drank an extra bowl of soup, and just give the old man three hundred yuan."
The old fisherman spread his hands and asked for money, and ignored the relationship between Lin Luoran's words. This person, don't talk about feelings and hurt money!
"You..." Rong Donglin felt a pain when he heard it. He ate two bowls of small fish for three hundred yuan. Where are the hospitable fishermen?
"What's wrong with me? The old man said I would invite you two to eat? My fish is wild. You watched it and made it without any additives. It was worth three hundred yuan!" The old fisherman rolled his eyes and said. Rong Donglin was speechless.
He is not good at arguing with others, and his blushing neck was blocked by a few words. If he were not afraid of bad things, Rong Donglin would have left.
Three red tickets were pinched by a Qianqian thin hand, pulled out of the wallet, and handed them to the old fisherman with teeth and claws.
The folds on the old man’s face were all unfolded, and the hand covered with fish scales took over the 300 yuan of Hua Xia coins, with a smile: "Little girl, you are still on the road, not bad!"
Lin Luoran threw Rong Donglin's eyes at ease and sat on a small bench chatting with the old fishermen.
Perhaps because of the money received, the old fisherman is almost always answering questions. Lin Luoran started asking questions from Lajia:
"Uncle, you are fishing on this Dongting Lake, should you be a teenager?"
"The little girl really has a vision... Since the old man was nine years old, she has been dangling on this Dongting Lake. It has been sixty years now, tusk."
In sixty years, Huaxia was only sixty-two years after the founding of the People's Republic of China. He is really an antique.
The two chatted all the way, but it was getting late, and the old fisherman seemed to feel that the three hundred yuan they had paid was worth the time, and he became impatient again.
"I said, you are not planning to spend the night on the old man’s boat, do you?"
Rong Donglin felt a greasy feeling in the cabin where the original color was not visible. If he really wanted to sleep here, he would have eaten the sky-high price of fish soup in the afternoon.
The rain is getting stronger, and there is a strong wind on the lakeside, which makes the small fishing boat sway from side to side. From time to time, there are waves lapping the cabin-tonight is the rare wind and rain in spring.
Lin Luoran's voice was a little scattered by the wind, and his tone was still casual:
"Master, you are the one who has seen the world on this Dongting Lake. You said that if it were at the bottom of this lake, there really was a Dragon Palace...Where would it be?"
Senior Sister Lin went in a big circle just to ask this eccentric old fisherman about the whereabouts of Dongting Dragon Palace?
Rong Donglin feels a little dizzy, is it too windy and cold by the lake? Sister Lin has a cold and has a fever...