Food in comics

PS: Thank you for giving me a reward for giving me a name and abandoning my name. I have written a letter today. I will add two more chapters of compensation tomorrow.

The sky was still bright, and the calm above the sea had long been broken by the fishermen who made a living. The sea breeze was very strong, and the shaved faces hurt.

But the fishermen who were used to it didn't care about it.

The fishermen on Flying Fish Island are driving boats on the sea, spread out from each other, but eventually gather together, all relying on years of sailing experience to form a huge semicircular pattern.

This is a very difficult operation, especially when there is no light, it is all based on natural light and the perception of location. If there is a person who has a wrong perception, everything will be abandoned. This is to prevent aggregation. One difficulty.

At this time, a large hollow iron ball is hung under each ship. As the ship moves, the entire large iron ball will make a strange sound, like a large hunter tiger shark swimming. And the roaring sound.

It is a sound that cannot be heard by human ears, but to fish schools living in the ocean, it is very familiar, and they will naturally swim and be driven by this sound.

This is the favorite way for the Faroe Islands fishermen to drive away the fish during the winter hunting day. They only need to sail and do not need to do other things. They can even sneak in and drink a few sips of warm-up spirits to drive away the early morning cold.

Surrounded by other ships in the center is a large ship. On both sides of the ship are suspended several heavy hollow iron pipes, both long and short. There are many strange lines on the iron pipes, and each steel pipe stands beside it. He was holding a strong man with a solid iron rod in his hands.

If you don’t know it, you think it’s a strange show.

A huge sea lantern is hung under the big ship. It is not so bright, but the transmittance is extremely high, which can easily attract fish in the surrounding area of ​​nearly three nautical miles.

With a "poof...", Doku jumped out of the sea and threw the harpoon in his hand on the deck. With both hands supporting, he jumped from the sea very easily.

"Okay, sing the sea song." Doku shouted to everyone on board.

"clang···"

The man standing in the forefront rang the first iron pipe engraved with mysterious runes. The vibrato sounded like a bell, thick and distant, with a very special magical power.

The iron pipe under the seawater also began to tremble due to the impact from above, causing the surrounding seawater to ripple.

With the sound of the first sound, the other men also began to beat the iron pipes nearby. The sound was continuous, the remaining sound was endless, and the sound was extremely pleasant.

That is the unique song of catching the sea on Flying Fish Island, which can only be heard during the winter hunting festival.

The iron pipes of different lengths are notes one after another. When different notes are struck, they make different sounds, forming a movement to catch the sea.

At this time, under the big ship, the ripples emitted by the iron pipes, under the interaction, melt and merge, forming a huge sound wave, which is transmitted to the distance.

Humans may not be able to hear it, but the fish schools that are sensitive to currents are extremely keen, especially when tiger sharks swim around invisible. The ripples represent safety and warmth.

It will swim towards the place where the sound is, coupled with the animal's unique phototaxis, every winter hunting day is always full of harvest.

If you look down, you can see a group of jet-black fishes surrounding several iron pipes.

Doku, who was lying on the deck looking down, stood up, picked up a firework next to him, and turned it down.

Under the huge impact, Doku almost fell, and at this time an orange-red firework rose into the sky, and finally disappeared into the night sky.

In addition to notifying other ships to return.

The fireworks are even more of a kind of prayer, announcing the beginning of the winter hunting day, praying for the blessing of the gods and ancestors, to be able to return with a full load, it is a custom unique to Flying Fish Island.

······

At this time, above the sea, Wopu, Raf, and Ivan have already put down the big net, looking forward to an excellent harvest today.

"Almost everything is ready, just wait for them to come back." Wopu looked at the fishing net that was undulating with the waves, very satisfied.

At this time, the sea-air junction has begun to turn white. Although the sun has not yet come out, the scenery is extremely beautiful.

"Give it a bite?" Raf took out the spirits he held in his arms and said to Walpe.

"Wait a minute, they are back." Wopp said.

At this time, on the sea level, a dozen ships could be seen approaching, and the quaint but incomparably sweet knocking could even be faintly heard, and the people who chased the fish came back.

Below the sea level, countless schools of fish gathered, and the men on the boats were a bit exhausted, countless sweat beads oozing out of their pores, and the whole body was as if they had experienced heavy rain.

You know, beating such a huge iron pipe is extremely laborious, and only the strongest young man on Flying Fish Island can do it.

But no matter what, now they have come back.

Through the sea water, you can see a large shoal of fish below. They are huge and there are many types. At a glance, they are fat and strong and can be bought at a good price. This is a good winter hunting. day.

Except for the big ship where Doku is located, the boats in the middle of the semicircle have secretly put down their fishing nets, and the boats near the edge have picked up the fishing nets previously laid by Woop and hung them on their own boats, waiting for the nets.

"Papa Papa..."

In a short time, the fishes touched the big net, and the sea surface was suddenly surging. Numerous fish began to flee, disturbing the entire sea, and even some fish jumped out of the sea, delusional to escape from the net.

After more than an hour, the first sun just showed a small head, and the sea had returned to its original calm.

Countless big fishes were packed into the fish tanks, and the fishermen all showed expressions of joy. This time it was undoubtedly a big harvest, and even encountered many rare fish, which broke the strongest record for so many years. .

At this time, everyone gathered on Walpe’s boat, and in the small kitchen of the boat, they started cooking seafood. As the first breakfast, a red crab full of fat, fresh and plump fish, or Steam or boil water.

People living by the sea are the ones who know how to eat seafood best. They don’t need complicated cooking methods. They only need ordinary cooking to highlight the flavor of the ingredients, which is endlessly memorable.

"Your boy's food luck is really good. It hasn't been such a good harvest for many years." Wopu opened the red crab's thick red legs and laughed at Ivan haha.

"I knew that I took Ivan to sea a few years ago. It's like being blessed by a god, making people jealous." Doku said with jealousy.

"Come on, Ivan, here is the biggest cream crab for you." One person said, walking to Ivan's side, and continued with the expression of licking a dog.

"Now you know how good I am." Ivan turned out to be a red crab, akimbo and said, with an expression of a villain's ambition, extremely awkward.

"Yes, yes, we are the light of Flying Fish Island, Ivan, but our pride." The man continued to praise.

"That's not it."

"It's swollen even if you say a few words, you think you are a pufferfish." Raf's words caused everyone to laugh.