Fu Dong stayed at home for three days, thinking about the county town's business, and was going back to the county town early this morning.

The second son is going to go out again. I don’t know when he will come back next time. Yang Qiaolan couldn’t sleep well last night and got up before dawn to make dumplings for her second child.

Bang bang bang, dong bang, bang bang bang...

Liang Xi was so quarrel that she couldn't stop the sound of chopping the chopping board with a kitchen knife covering her quilt or burying her head in a pillow.

He opened his eyes and looked at Fu Song, and saw that he was not affected at all, and he slept like a dead pig.

The more I think about it, the more angry I get. If your mother doesn’t let me sleep, I won’t let you sleep!

"Hey, hey, wake up!" Liang Xi shouted twice and started to get started.

"Hiss!" Fu Song woke up with a tremor and hurriedly held her hand, "You're going to die!"

Liang Xi laughed and not only did he not let go, but he increased his strength.

"What do you want to do if you don't sleep?" Fu Song said in pain and joy.

"Listen, can I sleep like this?" Liang Xi complained, and his whole body crept into his arms, "I can't sleep anyway, come on."

"I just arrived last night, I'm here again!"

"That was the night before yesterday!"

"You little fairy, I can't feed you anymore!"

"Where am I small? Is it small? Is it small!"

"Yeah, yeah, not small, big, little monster, you slut vixen!"

...

After finishing, Liang Xishen put on his clothes with a refreshing gaze and kissed Fu Song on the face, "You sleep a little longer, I'll go and make dumplings for my mother."

Fu Song watched her twisting the water snake's waist and turning out of the room, and was speechless. Could it be that this woman was just in need of cleaning up?

Before he cleaned up, he called Yang Qiaolan "your mother" with a dissatisfied face; after he tidied up, he immediately became gentle and virtuous, and called Yang Qiaolan "your mother" again.

Tsk, woman, true or false!

The dumplings are made of green pepper and pork, and they are quite delicious. Fu Song drank three big bowls in one breath. It was too exhausting to do that early in the morning.

Seeing Yang Qiaolan crawling into her room and buckle inside, Fu Song could guess with her heels, she must have secretly stuffed something to her dick again.

He curled his lips, picked up the fishing rod from behind the gate, and took two followers to fish by the river.

"The third brother!" Fu Dong called Fu Song, "I'll go back to talk to Zhang Junyuan this time. Do you want to go there together?"

Fu Song said speechlessly: "You just talk to him, why should I join in the fun?"

Fu Dong said: "Aren't I worried that I can't handle that old fox Zhang Junyuan?"

Fu Song said: "Second brother, why don't you understand yet! It's not that you ask Zhang Junyuan for asking you, but that Zhang Junyuan wants you. If Zhang Junyuan doesn't offer you as his ancestor, I will twist my head off and kick you as a ball."

Fu Dong thought about it and smiled and said, "What do I want your head for? I feel relieved when you say that."

Fu Song said: "You talk about it first today, touch Zhang Junyuan's bottom line, and call me if you have something to do."

Fu Dong nodded and said, "It's OK, it won't delay your fishing. Kang Kang, listen to your grandma at home and make trouble for me!"

"I know, I know, you go quickly!" Fu Kang said impatiently, carrying a tin bucket.

The bait is made of the remaining solid noodles made from Yang Qiaolan, and the sprinkle of sesame oil and corn flour can be smelled from a distance.

The fishing rod is not a professional fishing rod, but is made of thin bamboo poles. Except for being a bit heavy, it is no worse than the fishing rod you bought.

Hang the small dough with sesame oil onto the fish hook, squeeze it tightly, shake your wrist gently, and throw the fish hook into the water.

It’s a bit boring today and there is no sun. This kind of weather is most suitable for fishing. After all, it’s difficult for people to breathe, let alone the fish in the water.

The fish jumped out of the river from time to time, drew an arc in the air, and then fell back into the water.

Less than a minute after the hook was taken off, the fish float began to shake up and down.

Fu Shengyuan shouted: "Dad, if you have fish, please pull the hook!"

Fu Song sat on the stool, unmoved.

Fu Kang snorted, "Speak softly, don't scare the fish away."

"Oh oh!" Fu Shengyuan quickly covered his mouth and stared at the fish float on the river, "Dad, why don't you pull the hook?"

Fu Song didn't reply, "What did you pull if you didn't take the bait?"

Fu Shengyuan turned his head and asked Fu Kang: "Didn't it mean that the fish float moves and it means that the fish has been hooked? That's what you told me just now."

Fu Kang was choked and whined: "I thought it was like that."

Fu Shengyuan shouted strangely: "Okay, you were bragging just now, why did you catch fish?"

Fu Kang said anxiously: "I have really caught fish. Although one of them has not been caught, it has also been caught."

Fu Shengyuan said: "So you are like me, you are all raw egg seeds."

"You're just laying melon seeds!"

"Who are you!"

"Who are you!"

The two were quarreling, and Fu Song suddenly raised the fishing rod, pulled a crucian carp with black spine out of the river, and then threw it into the grass by the river.

"Catch it up, catch it up!"

"Fish fish!"

The two little guys didn't care about the quarrel and ran towards the lively fish.

Fu Shengyuan got the first hand, but failed to catch the fish, but was thrown into a mud.

Fu Kang laughed and said, "You can't do this, look at me!"

After this good start, Fu Song was ashamed of his help as he almost didn't miss the hook. He could catch a fish in five or six minutes or one or two minutes. He was surprised by his own fishing skills. Is my fishing skills so good?

At the beginning, whenever Fu Song caught a fish, Fu Kang and Fu Shengyuan would yell for a while, rushing to pick the hook.

But as one fish after another was caught, the two little guys were numb and stopped calling, let alone snatching. The two brothers sat cross-legged on the rocks by the river, so bored that they just yawned.

I don’t know if it was infected by them or if I didn’t sleep enough last night, Fu Song also started to yawn.

It's boring, it's really boring!

For Fu Song, the fun of fishing does not lie in the fish, but in the process of fishing, especially the expectation of fish taking the bait.

But today I was so easy to catch, which greatly reduced my expectation. It was just like picking up girls. The more difficult it is to catch girls, the more interesting it will be!

People are so cheap. The more difficult things are to get, the more they treat them as treasures. On the contrary, the easier things are to get, the less they cherish them.

He couldn't help but think of Yin Lei again. She seemed to be smiling at herself in the water, and her slender eyebrows were bent into a beautiful crescent moon.

Alas, why is she a married woman? Otherwise, I must kiss her beauty...

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt his wrist sinking. Fu Song picked up the fishing rod like a conditioned reflex. Through the force feedback from the fishing rod, he knew that this time he was definitely a big guy!

He quickly added one hand, and with both hands, a long grass carp struggled desperately on the water surface, but its fate was already destined. While struggling unwillingly, it was dragged to the shore by the fishing line.

I used to catch crucian carp weighing one or two taels, the largest is only half a pound, the size of an adult's palm, and the length of this grass carp is almost as long as the adult's arm.

The grass carp thrust in the shallow water on the shore for a while, and finally stopped, motionless as if he was appointed.

"Don't move, I'll do it!" Fu Song didn't dare to let the two little guys touch this thing. One of them might be caught by the fish tail.

He inserted his fingers into the gills, took off the hook, picked it up and weighed it. Good guy, at least four or five pounds!

It is not uncommon for grass carp weighing four or five kilograms in the vegetable market, but it is rare for such a large wild grass carp, and it is even more rare for those that can be caught.

"Dad, let's have pickled fish for lunch today." Fu Shengyuan squatted beside him and poked the belly of the grass carp with his fingers.

Fu Song said: "Your grandma's house has no sauerkraut, so it's better to braise it."

Fu Kang said: "The braised braised, the pickled fish is too spicy."

After harvesting such a large grass carp, Fu Song had no intention of fishing and planned to go home and kill the fish.

As soon as I packed up my things, I suddenly heard the sound of a car horn coming from the entrance of the village. Isn’t this the second-child’s broken 212? Why is he back?

Fu Song threw the fishing rod to Fu Kang and walked over with an iron bucket full of fish, "Second brother?"

Fu Dong rolled down the car window, poked his head out of it and smiled, "Look at who this is?"

Fu Song lay on the window in the cab and looked in. He saw a beautiful young woman sitting in the seat behind the passenger seat, holding a little girl in her arms. Her heart couldn't help but feel a little shocked. Could this be the "little sister-in-law" the second child found for him?

The second child is shameless, why do you even have a child?

I have another niece?

Judging from the child's appearance, I guess I'm four or five years old, and the second child was four or five years ago...

Do you know the second sister-in-law?

If the second child doesn’t hide it quickly, why dare to take it home?
Chapter completed!