Chapter 226: Dragon Palace, where?

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From Changsha to Yueyang, it took only two hours to train.
There was light rain today, the weather was foggy, and the lake was covered with a layer of water vapor. Although it is already in the 21st century, there are also simple fishing boats with motores coming back from the lake.
Lin Luoran and Rong Donglin stood on the lake bank of Dongting Lake. The subtle lake wind was mixed with drizzle and sprinkled on the two people. Even if they were fanned, they would inevitably get wet clothes.
The water ripples, the eight hundred miles of Dongting don't say that the area is shrinking, even the water is no longer clear, even if there are dragons, they do not know how they can live in such water.
Longlin Luoran did not see it, but the fishing boat began to dump the harvest to the lake. The fishing ban is about to begin in the spring, and the fishermen are catching up at the last time. So the fish of a ship are pulled back in the sound of the "嘚嘚嘚嘚" motor, and then dumped at the lake, from 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. In March and April, it is the season of crayfish spawning and spawning. The fishermen have not officially started the fishing ban, and a batch of dumped fish A large part of the goods is crayfish.
After the crayfish died, they were poisonous and could not be eaten. The dead shrimps were laid on the beach. On the spring of March, they piled up like mountains, giving off a stinky smell.
Spicy crayfish Lin Luoran is very fond of eating, just such a fishing method, how much is called her some sigh.
It seems that she is sighing, and she is scratching her head. "A buddy in the bedroom said that Yueyang's crayfish is the cheapest. It is only 3 or 4 yuan a pound in summer. The price is not up, they only have to take the amount. Arrived."
Lin Luoran smiled and did not delve into this topic, but instead walked over with the umbrella.
"Big sister, are you selling this fish and shrimp?"
The fisherwoman is working hard and swaying her hand:
"Do not sell for zero, not for sale."
Lin Luoran did not force, and went door to door and asked, there were more than a dozen fishermen on the lake embankment, and finally a smoking grandfather took care of her.
Perennial work has exposed the skin of the old man with a bronze color, and it has a fishy smell, guarding a broken boat and smoking inferior cigarettes.
"Grandpa, is the harvest today?"
This film is so big, Lin Luoran chased others to sell fish to her, the old fishermen listened to his ears early, he was waiting for the young men and women to open the mouth to buy fish, Lin Luoran asked him if the harvest is good, he This is just a look at the men and women.
Both of them seem to be in their early twenties, and the male grows ordinary. This girl is very watery.
"Little girl, are you really buying fish?" The old fisherman took a sip of smoke, not cold or asking. Rong Donglin has been playing drums in his heart. Lin Shijie didn't know what happened. On the road, he was in a hurry. They flew straight to Changsha and turned to Yueyang. They didn't rest all the way. If you knew that you were on the edge of Dongting Lake, Lin Luoran had no brains. It’s a mess to eat fish.
Listening to this old man's counter-request, if Rongdong Linyi realizes that Lin Shijie is such a clever person, he will not be untargeted. He may wish to wait for Lin’s plan.
Lin Luoran’s eyes turned like a girl who looked like a female student.
"Grandpa, we naturally come to buy fish, do you sell this fish?"
The old fishermen glanced at the small fish and shrimps in the cabin, and there were several large lake crabs that extinguished the smoke: "I am embarrassed to sell these two small fish and shrimps, and I am told to tell my old Liao."
When he saw Lin Luoran, he was not disappointed and not angry. He turned his head: "But the two youngsters don't want to abandon the dirty, and the old man can do the fish for you."
Rongdong was watching his awning boat, that is, fishing and being a master. He could also see the utensils of life placed on the corner of the boat. The black skin looks like the skin color of the old fishermen. In other words, this is a dirty one. A chaotic fishing boat.
In such a place, Lin Shijie is afraid of not eating rice.
Rong Donglin thought she was going to refuse. Lin Luoran heard the words of the old fishermen, but his brows stretched out:
"Then I was really cheeky and left to eat, Grandpa."
She took the umbrella up and jumped onto the deck. Rong Dong Lin naturally only followed the boat, a fog.
The old fishermen were really unscrupulous. They used a thin wooden board to make a fire in a small stove. They put a pot of iron on it and mixed it with water. They picked out some fish, shrimps and crabs from the net pocket and opened them in the back of the cabin. The intestines broke the belly, and the fish belly, the head of the crayfish, and the fine feet of the crab were all cleaned up, and one brain fell into the boiling pot.
There is no ginger, no onions, no wine to taste, and Rongdong is not expecting whitewater fish and shrimps, but after the old fishermen simmered the salt, they smelled a delicious smell.
The old fisherman took out two decocted porcelain bowls and one of them gave them a large bowl.
"Eat."
Lin Luoran did not dislike the feeling, holding a porcelain bowl and sipping. Perhaps it is precisely because the salt is not put into the material, the Rongcheng people who used to eat the heavy taste dishes said that the fish and shrimp are somewhat faint, but after a while, they can taste the unique taste of the wild game.
"Zhu Xiang, isn't it, Rong Shidi?"
Lin Luoran was very satisfied with eating, and Rongdong had vaguely promised her, but it was because the mouth was also full of fish.
Seeing that they eat is not like a fake, the old fishermen's face is like a gully carved out of the knife, it is not easy to notice the stretch.
"Grandpa, thank you for asking us to eat fish..."
"Thanks to patrons, the two of you ate two bowls of fish. He also drank a bowl of soup and gave the old man three hundred dollars."
The old fishermen are paying for the money, and they don’t care about the relationship between Lin Luoran’s words. This person, don't talk about feelings, hurt money!
"You..." Rongdong was hurt when he heard it. Three hundred pieces of two small fish were eaten. This is a hospitable fisherman.
"What happened to me? The old man said that you should eat it? My fish is wild. You look at it. If you don't put any additives, it's worth three hundred!" The old fisherman turned his eyes and said that it was winter. Dumb and speechless.
He is not good at quarreling with people. He was blocked by a few words and was blushing. If he was not afraid of bad things, Rongdong would have long since gone.
The three red tickets were pinched by a hand, pulled out of the wallet and handed to the old fishermen who were claws.
The pleats on the old man's face stretched out, and the hand with the fish scales took over 300 Chinese coins. He smiled and said: "Little girl, or you are on the road, not bad!"
Lin Luoran threw a pleasing look to Rongdong, sitting on a small bench and chatting with the old fishermen.
Perhaps it is the receipt of money, the old fishermen are simply asking questions, Lin Luoran often asked from the home:
"Grandpa, you are fishing on this Dongting Lake. Shouldn't you be a teenager?"
"The little girl really has a vision... Since the old man was nine years old, he has been swaying on this Dongting Lake. It has been sixty years now, hehe."
In the past 60 years, Huaxia was only sixty-two years old. He was really old.
The two men wandered all the way, but the weather was getting late, and the old fishermen seemed to feel that the three hundred of them were worth the time and they began to get impatient again.
"I said, you are not going to spend the night on the old man's boat?"
Rongdong thought that there was a greasy feeling in the shed where the original color could not be seen. If he really wanted to sleep here, he would eat the fish soup in the afternoon.
The rain is getting bigger, the wind is blowing on the edge of the lake, and the small fishing boat is swaying from side to side. From time to time, there are waves that slap the cabin. Tonight is the rare weather in the spring.
Lin Luoran’s voice was blown away by the wind, and the tone was still as casual:
"Grandpa, you are the one who has seen the big world on this Dongting Lake. You said that if there is a lake at the bottom of the lake, there is a Dragon Palace... Where is it going to be?"
Lin Shijie took a big circle, just to ask the grotesque old fishermen about the whereabouts of Dongting Dragon Palace?
Rong Dong Lin feels a little faint, is the lake wind too windy, cold and cold, Lin Shijie caught a cold, fever...