Father loved to eat small river fish
Author | Feng Enchang
My father loved to eat fish, but the wide knife fish was not hungry, the yellow croaker with golden scales was not favored, and the boss fish with white bones and soft bones in the North Sea never tasted. Since he was a child, he loved to eat fish native to the small river south of the village. He caught willow leaf fish, silver carp, wheat ear fish, and even loach and fried them to taste fresh. His father ate fish twice a day, all year round, but the small fish, crabs, and shrimp in the Little Rock River could impress his hungry insects. He caught the small river fish, washed them, salted them overnight, and cooked them the next day. Each time a small plate is fried, both as a "dusk wine" wine dish, but also to eat, fragrant and fresh, after eating people are quite satisfied, he said that this small fish is more delicious than the sea, more delicious than fried tenderloin. He has loved to eat this mountain-flavored snack all his life.
Every spring festival, the small river is frozen, and it is difficult to catch fish, but it cannot curb the addiction of eating fish. I was teaching in the mountains, at home during the winter vacation, and a few days before the Spring Festival, my father asked my brother and I to go to the river to catch fish. We took the shovels and buckets, Ding Ling Dang came to the river beach, my father first on the river, carved out a paddock to catch fish, and then broke the ice to build a dam, and trapped the fish and shrimp in the bay. The father tied the bucket to the rope, the two of them pulled the rope, the car water, the fish began to be in the dark, but when the bay water less and less, the water mixed up, the fish were anxious, jumping up, the brother said: "There are a lot of fish, twisted into an egg, hurry up and catch it!" "My father used the hand net he brought, one net after another, to fish fish, crabs, and shrimp into the bucket. The little crab crawling by the bay was also caught by our seven hands and eight feet. The shrimp and the fish were mixed together, and the father said, "When you go home, separate the fish and shrimp again!" "A fierce battle lasted only two hours, and the battle ended in victory. We get a bucket full of loot. My father and I carried it, and he lit a bag of dry cigarettes and smoked it, and the wrinkles on his face surfaced layers of sweet smiles.
With fish in the New Year, my father felt that he would be able to have a happy year. He carefully picked and washed the fish, salted them in a large basin, and salted the small crabs and shrimp in the basins and placed them in the low temperature room. Chinese New Year's Eve, he made a fire and fried it, fried a small fish stained with egg liquid, yellow and brilliant piled in a porcelain plate, small crabs and shrimp are also like two pots of red and colorful primroses, ready to eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at night. There are two ways to eat fried small fish, one is to eat dry, crisp and fragrant, and the other is to eat soup, smooth and delicious, are very delicious small wine dishes. Father's fried goods became the main dish of the Chinese New Year's Eve wine banquet, and the whole family loved to eat them. Father ate very little else, and this delicious fish feast made him drink two or two more wines every time, his cheeks flushed, and he smiled and said, "We have met a peaceful and prosperous world, and we have lived a prosperous life, thanks to the party's good rural policy!" "At this time, I seemed to hear the small river in front of the village in the small courtyard, singing the spring song of ice and snow, and the night scene of the New Year in the mountains was warm and sweet.
Feng Enchang was born in 1937 in Linqu, Shandong. He once served as the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the county party committee and the chairman of the Literary Association, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Folk Artists Association, a director of the Shandong Prose Literature Association, a standing director of the China Vernacular Poets Association, a famous poet and writer of the National Pastoral School, a representative of the "Rural Small Courtyard School", and was known as the god of Oriental poetry. His works have won many awards at home and abroad, and have won the honorary title of lifetime achievement of the highest award of folk literature in the Asia-Pacific region, "Golden Flying Eagle Award", and have been named the title of world cultural celebrity and national first-class artist, the inheritor of the legend of Feng Weimin, and has published 23 literary monographs, "Sugar Gourd" and "Hometown Cicada Song", which have been selected to read textbooks in full-time middle schools nationwide.