Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 71—Hunting Waterfowl

When the morning glow was red, Claude ended his second practice of hexagram meditation and woke up.

Very good, the three companions lying on the cabin slept soundly, and Welikro made a creaking sound, wondering if he was eating something delicious in his sleep. Borkal is very good. The wine is drunk and not noisy. It is so quiet and has been sleeping until now. It seems that the blueberry fruit wine is more expensive than the kanlan wine. At least it will not be a headache in the middle of the night to find water.

Eriksson was tired of holding his blanket and huddled together, sleeping like a baby. Last night, he rested first. Welikro said that he didn't want to sleep. He was in the middle of the night, let Claude rest first, and then get up in the middle of the night. In fact, it will be around midnight, and Claude will agree if he thinks.

However, Claude didn't sleep, but took time to practice a meditation, and it took about an hour and a half to wait until she was awake. Welikro is still fishing, but there are two small candles for the small fish lanterns. He said that he has caught seven fish.

According to their night fishing situation, this luck is not bad. Not counting the net, but there are 60 fish in the night fishing, it is estimated to be seven to eight riya. No wonder those fishermen say that night fishing is better than making money in the net during the day, but unfortunately it is impossible to catch so many fish every night.

Claude washed her face with the cold lake water and then urged Welikro to rest and took the two fishing rods. Welikro fell asleep very quickly, wrapped in a blanket and snorted in a short while.

Claude's fishing technique was not as good as Welikro, and it was run off by hooked fish several times, but even so he caught four lake fish, one of which was a more valuable money fish. Although this fish is also a freshwater fish, but the meat is very tasty, and its fish scales are similar to the shrinking gold coins. It has always been known as the lucky fish, and it is one of the few freshwater fish that the old pub is willing to buy at a high price. Claude's estimated catch is about a pound and a half, and it should be able to sell five or six sunars.

After Claude had used up the remaining two fine candles, there was no way to do night fishing. Look at the glass hourglass and find that the time scale is only 4:20. This time should be the darkest moment before dawn. The silver moon in the sky seems to be blocked by the clouds, and there is no silver swaying down. The lake is dark and heavy. Only the large fish-skin lantern on the small fishing boat mast has a little candlelight, and the lake around the small fishing boat is printed with some dark red.

Claude felt that it should be safe on the lake. When he saw three partners, he slept very deeply, so he began to practice meditation. Only after the cultivation was completed, he found that the sky was white and the dawn had arrived.

Standing up and stretching, he rubbed his face, picked up the linen towel hanging on the side of the ship, and rubbed his face in the lake. Claude picked up the iron pan, swayed in the lake, rinsed it, and then put a large wooden bucket in the cabin where the things were placed. The wooden bucket contained the spring water that was called yesterday, and the half pot of water was poured. Burned on the iron stove.

To be honest, the spring water of this large wooden barrel is still carried by Claude. Eriksson thinks this is an unnecessary move, because they are going to the freshwater area of Beringa Lake, and are they afraid of drinking water? The lake is full of fresh water. However, Claude said that the fishermen in the freshwater area are washing their faces and washing their feet in the lake, and even the toilet is in the lake. Does the lake drink everyone? So everyone agreed to send a large bucket of mountain spring water and spent a sunar…

Claude is preparing to cook half a pot of black tea. I bought a large bottle of milk and honey yesterday. I will put it in, honey milk and black tea. Drinking a cup early in the morning is not only comfortable, but also full of spirits throughout the day.

It’s just that Claude hasn’t finished half a cup yet, which is mainly because it’s too hot. Eriksson, who smelled the sweet smell, woke up and said with his eyes: "What is so fragrant…"

Claude also poured a large glass for him. The two sat together on the deck and sipped, watching the distant green hills and the reeds in the distance to the lakeside…

Asaka is like a beautiful ribbon, dancing gently in the sky, dyed the blossoming white clouds with colorful smashing, and slowly dyed the whole sky, the sky is already bright. The fresh morning breeze swayed through the ripples of the lake, bringing crisp bird sounds, and a group of waterfowl flying in the distant reeds. They screamed in the air, some fluttering, some slowly Fall into the reeds…

"Today will be a good day."Eriksson said.

Claude was trying to agree, but he listened to his awkward question: "What do we eat in the morning?"

“Ewww.”Claude really didn't understand how Eriksson linked the weather to what he had in the morning. He wouldn't respond to it for a while.

That…Eyke, there are a lot of ingredients on board, but we can't eat much in the morning. ”Claude sighed: "We forgot to bring the pan. I originally wanted to fry steak or eggs in the morning. I couldn't find the pan in the cabin. We brought the iron pan, the grill, the iron stove, but we forgot the pan…"

Eriksson was speechless. This was actually his responsibility. The things in the cabin were all put in him. He forgot to bring the pan to the boat. He only remembered that the chicken wings were busy carrying the grills. This is really a tragedy.

"When the two of them get up, after drinking the black tea in this pot, I will cook another pot of noodle soup."Claude thought about it, can't eat barbecue in the early morning, so it is not good for the stomach, then you can only use this iron pot to make some breakfast.

Borkal finally got up, the spirit was very good, and he greeted Claude and Eriksson loudly, then poured a large glass of honey milk black tea and drank it.

Eriksson didn't give him a good look, and he slammed to the stern.

Borkal is a bit confusing: "What happened to him?"

Claude shook his head: "Boa, is this your favorite night fishing party? You drunk yourself with a bottle of blueberry and fruit wine, then slumbered for a night, and nothing could help. We three tired for one night, so do you think Eyke will be happy to see you? ”

Borkal is embarrassed: "Sorry, Claude, I don't know if I will get drunk, but the blueberry wine is so delicious, I drink so much without knowing it…"

"You don't drink much…"Welikro is also up. He walks over and picks up the iron pot and drinks black tea. This will be just the right temperature. It is not suitable for simmering.

"You have a small bottle of blueberry wine and I have nothing to drink with Eyke. There are two bottles in the cabin. You can bring it back to drink. Such sweet fruit wines are those that the ladies love to drink. I didn't expect you to like them, so they are all for you. Just like the amount of alcohol, half a bottle of fruit wine is drunk, I really don't understand why you still have to scream every day to drink…"Welikro sneered.

Borkal is being beaten. He can only drink black tea with his head down and pretend that he has not heard anything.

Claude smiled and helped him to play round: "Well, Welikro, you say a few words, drink black tea into the cup, I have to cook the breakfast, we forgot to bring the pan."

After an hour or so, I finally got enough to eat and clean up, and Eriksson drove the small fishing boat to the fence. The fishing in the fence is good, there are more than 20 lake fish, and now there are more than 100 lake fish in the living tank.

After putting the purse into the lake again, it is next to the reeds and the wild ducks. Claude took the two arquebuses out of the cabin and asked, "Who are you coming first?"

Welikro said: "Give Boa, I will catch fish first."

Eriksson made a half-sail, and with the breeze, the small fishing boat slowly approached the reeds. Everyone stopped talking and squatted under the ship's side, only showing their eyes to the front, so as not to cause the attention of the waterfowl who were feeding in the reeds.

That way!Welikro whispered that a distance of about a hundred meters in the distance, a group of Egret is looking down at the water grass to find food.

Still different worlds, if you lived in the past, you would have to sit for three years in an Egret. Claude leaned the rifle on the side of the ship and aimed it in a squat, while whispering to Borkal: "I hit the left, you hit the right one, don't forget."

A hundred meters away, even if the Egret is relatively large in the waterfowl, but in Claude's eyes, it is not much bigger than a soybean, especially those reeds that sway with the wind, which adds a lot of difficulty to the aiming.

There was a "click" in the ear, and Claude quickly pulled the trigger and put the rope into the pill…

Boom! Boom!Two explosions, a white smoke from the muzzle of the arquebus.

missWelikro sighed beside.

Borkal and Claude didn't hit anything with the two shots. Instead, the gunshots of the arquebuses broke the silence in the reeds, and countless waterfowls spread their wings and flew into the sky.

"You are not aiming at what gun to open!"Claude airway, if it wasn't for Borkal to pull the trigger first, he would aim more accurately before firing, instead of rushing the trigger.

"I, I obviously have already targeted…"Borkal distinguishes for himself.

"Forget it, I will shoot it next time."Claude didn't want to argue with him. He didn't practice a few times at a distance of 100 meters. It was normal to shoot: "Eyke, go ahead, I see those waterfowls are parked in the reeds over there."

Claude fired seven shots and shot only one wild duck and one Egret. Borkal fired ten shots, didn't hit anything, and finally threw the gun at the anger and grabbed the Welikro's fishing rod to go fishing. Because while they were hunting, Welikro caught a dozen fish from the lake.

Eriksson drove the small fishing boat in the middle of the reeds in the middle of the bend, and finally got the two prey that Claude hunted, which was thanks to the long four-meter ship, if not a ship. Now, the Egret that was hunted is really unable to hook out from the reeds and the water grass.

Welikro removed the sight from the barrel and now he and Claude are hunting, which is much more efficient. The reeds are indeed a paradise for these waterfowls. Countless waterfowls are stunned by gunshots and can quickly fall again, so Claude and Welikro are not lacking in killing targets, but these goals are somewhat far from small.

For a long time, the two men hunted seven waterfowl, and of course they did not hit more. Eriksson also came over and fired five or six shots. Like Borkal, he didn't hit anything.

Borkal didn't fish anymore. He laughed at Eriksson's missed hits and they quarreled.

At this time, Claude and Welikro carried a small fishing boat and took the last hunted waterfowl to the boat. The waterbirds around were already running out, and the two decided to take a break.

Listening to Eriksson and Borkal, there is no quarrel, Welikro said: "If you compare, you know who is watching…"

It is ok, but there is no target now. After watching it for a long time around Borkal, I finally turned my eyes and pointed at the bow. "There is a wood in the water. We will hit the wood."

This wood should be a long trunk, half floating in the water, not much water out of the water, about two hundred meters away from the small fishing boat.

"Well, just hit the wood."Eriksson promised: "Whoever can't hit someone is the eye."

Welikro reloaded the sights and corrected them. Claude also handed his arquebus to Eriksson, and the two men put ten shots at the wood. The problem is that the distance is too far. The wood or the trunk is longer. If anyone hits it, it is not clear, so the two begin to quarrel.

After a long time, Borkal looked up and saw, "Why? How is the wood getting closer and closer to us, and there will be no wind? ”

Welikro looked back and was a bit stupid, but soon he jumped up: "Go, this is not wood, this is the Neros crocodile!"