Hun River today
A man who lives next to the Hun River says it is impossible not to have contact with the fish in the river.
When Zhang Zuolin, or Nurhaci and Huang Taiji ruled old Shenyang, how many fish were there in the Hun River? How many people can solve the problem of these fish is unknown, anyway, I understand that after the fact, Hunhe can not provide Shenyang with side food. The reason for this result is that in 1958, Fushun Salhu in the upper reaches of the Hun River, and in 1619, where Nurhaci defeated the Right Attendant of the Ming Army, Liaodong, built a reservoir that was later very famous, and it seemed that the large fish above the palm of the hand were locked up in the reservoir; the second was that the upstream oil refineries and oil pipelines often leaked oil into the Hun River, so that it was difficult to see the large fish under the palm of the hand later.
But things are not absolute. Speaking of "fishing", we have to see it every August and September when the floodwater of the Gangfang Reservoir is discharged. The silver carp, silver carp, fat heads, grass roots, etc., which are used to being pampered in the reservoir, go down with the flow, and when they reach our place, they are almost all exhausted, and only the part of the shore is puffing and panting. At this time, people with good water quality have a place to play. Ding Ye, to the east of my house, would wrap his full-footed bicycle tubes around his body, standing in the water waving harpoons, and we watched with envy and envy as the old man juggled and carried the big arm-length fish to the shore. Of course, there were leaks, my eldest brother found a fat head on the shore, but there was no tool, when shouting, the neighbor grabbed the hook and shaved it up, so that night our yard collectively shared the big fish. Biao's grandfather was a master of alternative "fishing", and the old man sat in front of the door to mend the net as soon as he had time, and then he could always see his large aluminum basin crowded with black fish ridges. Remembering the sticky oil residue by the Muddy River, we asked the old man, "Uncle, can this fish be eaten?" The old man replied vaguely, "Why can't you eat?" One day I caught a half-foot long grass root by the river, not to let my mother cook it to eat, my mother could not help me, after cooking... The smell of paint is so strong that I can't swallow it! So I always had a wish: ask the old man, did his fish really come from the Hun River?
In the 1980s, a large number of outsiders poured into the placer mines of the Hunhe River, so there were many other local accents selling fish, selling Wang Ba, and selling field snails in the market near my home. Asked where these river fresh came from, the answerer was right: of course, it is in the Hun River! We wondered: Who are the neighbors of the Hun River? Now that I think about it, at that time, Hun He was like a "child who made mistakes" to us, repenting and rehabilitating and still not winning our trust.
Fishing in the rain along the Hun River
I have told you before that I really lack seriousness in "playing", not to mention that I followed my grandfather to fish like Brother Biao, even the fishing situation has not appeared. A large-scale dredging in a certain year after the ban on sand mining in the Hun River, I happened to be bored walking along the Hun River, and saw the little finger-long "channeling Dingzi" going up against the current from one puddle to another, so I picked a metal window screen and blocked it on the waterway, and in just half an hour I caught a bucket of fish. It didn't take long to go to my mother-in-law's house to eat, and the old lady brought a plate of crispy and fragrant dried fried fish, and I asked: Mom, what kind of fish are you frying so delicious? Mother-in-law said: Isn't it the kind of lynx you sent to feed the chickens the other day?
The only neighbor who has ever had the experience of eating by the Hun River is Lao Wang. After the shantytown where we lived became Wulihe Park, the old gentleman did not live in the building to enjoy the pension, but built a simple house on the riverbank, bought a rear three-wheeled motorcycle, and raised a tin boat with a motor. Brother Biao pretended to be envious and said: After half a lifetime of busyness, we have not had a good life with Lao Wang, villas, yachts, and private cars have all been purchased, and finally reached the peak of life.
In addition to the official cruise ships, kayaks, and motor boats, no private boats are allowed to touch it, of course, no one is allowed to cast a net to fish, but casual fishing is OK, so there is another wonder on the riverside - dense forest of fishing rods. Every fishing enthusiast's investment is enough to buy fish for many years, and there is probably only one reason why wind meals and sleeps are so tireless: to find fun.
Kayaking in the Hun River
Brother Biao was grumpy about one thing, that is, he did not bring back a good textured swirling net from the old man in Hebei. He said: When I get the net in my hand, I will take you to a place where the fishery administration can't find it and do a few nets to enjoy it. I said: You forgot, I am a woody person, only interested in flowers and trees. He looked at me suspiciously: Then why do you always write about the Hun River and draw the Hun River? This sentence almost didn't choke me, I looked at him with wide eyes, and I was dumbfounded...