My Deep-sea Fishery

Although the swordfish does not have the reputation of the swordfish, it is actually not inferior to the swordfish in terms of ferocity.

The same pointed and long mouth, the same super fast swimming speed, part-time job is a swordfish with big flag-shaped fins on its back.

"Good luck." Zhang Qicheng said with a smile: "Swordfish is also a good thing. The fish is tender and plump, with high nutritional value. It is one of the very rare catches. Moreover, swordfish are not only rare in number, but also extremely difficult to catch. They are one of the fastest swimming fish in the sea, and it is very difficult to catch them with seine nets or trawls, and it is even more difficult to catch them in cages, because this fish hardly eats dead fish."

Xiang Yang smiled and nodded, "It's very lucky, this sailfish probably wanted to launch a surprise attack to catch a certain prey, but it happened to be caught by the fishing net after the speed slowed down, otherwise my net would not be able to catch the flag fish?"

"It's the right time to come out with you this time." Zhang Qicheng stared at the sailfish with bright eyes, "We're lucky again."

Xiang Yang smiled, it's just a swordfish, and it's really not very easy to sell, Zhang Qicheng just made a big profit on salmon, since Zhang Qicheng wants to eat this swordfish, let's eat it, it just so happens that Xiang Yang himself wants to try it Taste the swordfish.

Soon, the catch was counted, and most of the crew members were exhausted and paralyzed on the deck.

With a smile on his face, Xiang Yang was about to say something.

At this moment, Xiang Yang's cell phone rang.

"Huh?" Xiang Yang took out his mobile phone, and after looking at it, he found that it was from his mother.

"Hello? Mom." Xiang Yang quickly connected the phone.

"Finally we got through, why didn't you answer the phone?" Mother Xiang complained.

"The signal at sea is not very good. There is no signal in a large area. What's the matter? Is there something wrong?" Xiang Yang asked.

Xiang Mu said, "Grandfather Fu came to our house today."

Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows, "Which one will pay Grandpa?"

"Who else can be Grandpa Fu? The old principal of the village primary school." Xiang Mu said.

When Xiang's mother said this, Xiang Yang knew it immediately.

This Grandpa Fu is almost the oldest group of people in the village. He has taught in the village elementary school for decades, and many families have been his students for three generations. However, he has never taught Xiang Yang, because in Xiang Yang Grandpa Fu had already retired when he was in elementary school.

However, Grandpa Fu taught Xiang Yang's uncle, father, and third uncle, and heard from Uncle Xiang that Grandpa Fu took care of the Xiang family a lot before, and he was kind to the Xiang family.

"Mom, why don't you just say that it's Principal Fu? What is he doing at our house?" Xiang Yang asked.

"Fu Grandpa wants to burn the pagoda. He said that this is an old tradition in our town of Huhai, and it is also an important intangible cultural heritage. But now the old people who know how to burn the pagoda are almost dead, and his health is about to die now. , if he dies, this important intangible heritage will be completely lost, so he wants to burn the pagoda at the end of this year." Xiang Mu said.

"Burn the pagoda?" Xiang Yang asked, "Is this an old tradition in our Huhai town? Why have I never heard of it?"

"That was a long time ago." Mother Xiang said.

According to legend, in the late Qing Dynasty, on the night of New Year's Eve, under the maple tree, a group of children who stole pumpkins boiled the stolen pumpkins in the wild.

The group of children built a temporary stove with three stones, set up a pot to cook melons, surrounded the three gaps between the stones with tiles to prevent the wind from blowing the fire, and left a gap for firewood. fire.

When the pumpkin is ripe, the tiles on the two levels are also burnt red.

When the children hurriedly moved the pot away from the stove, they blinked, and a red-bearded old man in red clothes and red trousers with a rosy face appeared from the fire pit. The children were so frightened that they dropped the pumpkins in their hands and hugged their heads. They fled towards their respective homes.

How can adults believe it after hearing about it?

They beat up the bear children first, and then went straight to the place where the children cooked pumpkins. After all, pumpkins were very precious in those days.

As a result, strange things happened again.

The adults' legs were held in place by an invisible force, they couldn't move back and forth, they could only spin around in place.

But the grown-ups didn't see any old man with a red beard. They only saw a large pile of red fire resembling a pagoda spitting out flames from time to time in the gaps between the tiles like fish scales.

From time to time, the pagoda was spitting out tongues of fire. People could vaguely hear the sound of crackling firewood and see sparks flying all over the sky. The fire lasted until midnight.

The next day, the residents of Huhai Town talked about what they saw last night in small groups, and they were all puzzled.

Later, the nearby ancient temples and old temples wished to decipher it, saying that it was the birth of Huode Xingjun in the sky, which was auspicious and auspicious.

After what Lao Miaozhu said, the residents of Huhai Town finally put their hearts back in their stomachs.

Because it was a good thing, the villagers started discussing it excitedly, and soon, it was decided that the whole town would use tiles to form a tower on the night of New Year's Eve every year, open the door from the bottom, and enter firewood and add firewood. The fire lasted until midnight, until the entire tower was completely red, to commemorate the birth of Huode Xingjun.

Because the object looks like a tower, people gradually called this activity "burning the pagoda".

Xiang Yang was quite speechless after hearing this, "Mom, these are all myths and legends, Huode Xingjun, why don't you say that you are the God of Vulcan Zhu Rong."

For such myths and legends, Xiang Yang doesn't even believe in punctuation marks.

This is complete nonsense, okay?

"Wait." Zhang Qicheng called Xiang Yang to stop, and shouted into the phone with a somewhat hasty voice: "Auntie, are you sure there really was such a tradition in Huhai Town? Why haven't I heard anything about it?" Pass?"

"Yes, and with the passage of time, when the inheritors burned the pagoda, they made the pagoda rounder and bigger, adding a series of related content to create the atmosphere, and finally formed a spectacular ceremony similar to sacrificial activities. This kind of activity continued until after liberation." Mother Xiang was very sure.

"Wait, let me look up the information." Zhang Qicheng hurriedly took out his mobile phone and pressed his fingers on the screen.

Fang Youqun moved his head curiously, "Brother Zhang, even if it's true, it's our Huhai Town event. Why are you so excited?"

Zhang Qicheng glanced at Fang Youqun, "If there is such an event, I will sponsor all the expenses incurred by this event in the next hundred years."

Hearing this, Xiang Yang gasped.

To burn the tiles red, there are also related activities to create an atmosphere. How much does it cost to hold one time?

Did Zhang Qicheng cover all the expenses for this event within a hundred years? What is he plotting?

protection of intangible cultural heritage?

Nonsense, Xiang Yang will never believe that this reason can make Zhang Qicheng spend such a huge sum of money.

Xiang Yang was suddenly vigilant. To make Zhang Qicheng so enthusiastic, there must be some secrets that Xiang Yang didn't know about.