I am a fairy in Journey to the West

Chapter 211: Stealing fish to fill his stomach, the old man loves money
The Chan River is shallow and the water is clear, with rows of willows on the bank and green branches hanging down the embankment.

The river bank is wild and deserted, with no houses to be seen. The sun is high in the sky, and there are gusts of gentle breeze.

Willow branches swayed and danced, the breeze brushed across the water, and ripples appeared in the sunlight.

Under a lush willow tree, an old man wearing a straw hat and cloth clothes was sitting on the grass on the shore, fishing leisurely in the shade.

The old man was drowsy at this time, and his head kept moving up and down, obviously dozing off.

In the bamboo basket next to the old man were several lotus leaves and half a basket of river water, in which five or six fish as big as palms were lying dying.

At this time, there was a rustling sound behind him, but the old man didn't notice it at all and was still dozing comfortably in the breeze.

Suddenly, a tender little hand with a hint of baby fat reached out quietly, and five short fingers reached into the bamboo basket, grasped a half-dead grass carp and pulled it out.

However, although the grass carp was half dead in the bamboo basket, it suddenly became lively after being caught by the little hands.

The grass carp suddenly swung and flew off the little hand in an instant, then swung its tail in the air and hit a little face with baby fat with a "pop".

"Ouch!" Shu Baoer screamed in pain, and a bright red fishtail mark immediately appeared on his left cheek.

The scream of pain also woke up the old fisherman. He suddenly raised his head, picked up the thin bamboo fishing pole in his hand and started hitting.

With a slight "binding" sound, the bamboo pole hit Baoer's head. Baoer cried out in pain again and quickly lay on the ground and hugged his head.

When the old fisherman saw Baoer, he hit him with the bamboo pole again, but this time his force was much weaker.

"What a fish thief." The old fisherman said as he hit Baoer on the head with the bamboo pole.

Baoer did not dare to resist, he just lay on the ground with his hands on his head, closed his eyes and shouted to himself: "If you beat me up, this fish will belong to me."

"Why?" the old fisherman asked, "You come to steal my fish and you think you have the right? Can't I beat you?"

Bao Er said, "Who stole your fish? I was picking up the fish, I didn't steal it."

The old fisherman couldn't help laughing when he heard this and said, "Pick it from my fish basket, right?"

Baoer said, "The fish is from the river, and the basket is made of bamboo from the mountains. How can you say it's yours? I'll even accuse you of stealing the fish."

"Whose fish did I steal?" the old fisherman asked back, and hit Baoer on the head with the bamboo pole again.

Baoer pointed at the Chan River and said, "This river is under the jurisdiction of the Chan River Dragon King. If you fish here, you are stealing the fish from the Chan River Dragon King. I will go to the Chan River Dragon King to sue you."

"Oh?" The old fisherman said with a smile, "You are quite proud. You can complain to the Dragon King of Chan River. Will the Dragon King pay attention to you?"

Baoer said, "Don't worry about it!"

"Ha! You little arrogant thief, you still dare to be stubborn at this time. I'll show you the power of my bamboo pole." The old fisherman said, and then he hit him with a series of "bind, bind, bind".

Bao'er said nothing as he held his head and was beaten with a stick more than ten times. Finally, the old fisherman's hands were sore from beating him and he said, "I'll let you go this once today. Go away now."

Baoer raised his face from the ground, secretly glanced at the old fisherman, suddenly pressed down his hands that were holding his head, grabbed the grass carp tightly with both hands, stood up and ran away.

"Wow, you little thief, you still don't mend your ways." The old fisherman stood up angrily and chased after him with a bamboo pole in hand.

Baoer made full use of his agile and nimble nature, and after a few runs and jumps on the river bank, he disappeared into the forest.

Seeing that he could not catch up, the old fisherman stopped chasing and walked back with a sigh.

But after Baoer shook off the old fisherman, he ran more than a mile along the mountain road and finally came back to meet Wu Zhao.

At this time, Wu Zhao was sitting there listlessly. She hadn't eaten for a day and a night and was extremely hungry.

The main reason was that what he had been eating these past few days were either pine cones or wild fruits, without any oil or water. In addition, he had an injury on his leg and had to hurry on. Today, when he was only one mile away from the Chan River, he finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, and couldn't get up.

Baoer ran back with the grass carp in his arms and said to Wu Zhao as if he was presenting a treasure: "Wu, look, it's a big fish."

Wu Zhao took a closer look and saw that it was indeed a grass carp. She immediately swallowed her saliva and said weakly, "Quick, light a fire and grill the fish."

"Yeah." Baoer nodded, put the grass carp into his clothes, and started to make a fire.

A flame rose up, and Baoer hurried to the stream nearby to scrape the fish scales with a stone, cut open the fish belly, and then skewered it with a wooden stick.

When they came back, the fire had already burned out, leaving only a pile of burning charcoal. Baoer hurriedly took advantage of the fire to grill the fish. After a while, the aroma of fish meat filled the noses of both of them.

"Baoer, peel the sour oranges you picked yesterday and squeeze the juice onto the fish." Wu Zhao said quickly.

Baoer nodded and did as he was told. Then he took out a sour orange, peeled it, squeezed out the orange juice with his hands and poured it on the fish.

In an instant, a fragrance mixed with fish and orange pulp wafts up, making people salivate.

Wu Zhao swallowed saliva madly, drooling at the sight of the fish meat gradually turning golden yellow.

Baoer stared at the burnt yellow fish tail with his eyes and licked his lips continuously with his tongue.

"Are you ready?" Wu Zhao asked.

Baoer turned the grass carp around and said, "Not even close."

Wu Zhao nodded and quickly asked, "Are you done?"

Baoer took another look and said, "Almost there." "Is it ready?"

"It will be ready soon, Wutou."

"Are you done yet?"

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Finally, with the aroma of crispy fish, Baoer said happily, "It's done."

The next moment, Wu Zhao stretched out his hands, snatched the whole fish from Baoer's hands, and started biting it.

Baoer was stunned for a moment, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then quickly shook his head and said, "Wu Tou'er, eat slowly, it's hot, be careful of fish bones."

After being reminded by Baoer, the starving Wu Zhao finally regained a bit of sanity. She looked at the steaming fish meat in front of her and the fish bones hidden inside, and nodded slightly.

Then Wu Zhao stretched out his hand and split the fish in two, and said to Bao Er, "Which side do you want?"

Baoer shook his head and said, "Wutou'er, I'm not hungry, you eat."

Wu Zhao directly handed the fish tail half to Baoer and said, "Then you can eat the smaller half, and I'll eat the larger half."

Baoer was stunned for a moment, then reached out and took the other half of the fish tail, smiling like a crescent moon, "Thank you, Wutouer."

Wu Zhao didn't say anything. She had already started peeling the fish meat and eating it. Although she ate quickly, she was very careful. She only peeled off a little bit of fish meat each time, and only put it directly into her mouth and chewed and swallowed it vigorously after making sure there were no bones.

After eating half a fish, Wu Zhao ate the fish head cleanly. Although he was still very hungry, his strength had basically recovered.

Bao'er also quickly ate up the tail of the fish. After the two of them rested for a while, Wu Zhao slowly stood up, looked firmly at the Chan River in the distance below the mountain and said, "Let's continue on our way. We'll be there soon."

"Oh." Baoer quickly stood up and said, "I put out the fire."

After saying that, Baoer quickly fetched water from a nearby stream to put out the fire, and then the two of them went down the mountain. After three quarters of an hour, they finally arrived at the Chan River.

Looking at the sparkling, clear and bright Chan River in front of him, Wu Zhao took a deep breath, then knelt directly on the bank and shouted towards the Chan River: "Chan River Dragon King, please grant me a dragon spirit!"

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The breeze was blowing gently and the water was rippling. Wu Zhao waited blankly for a long time, but the Chan River in front of him did not react at all.

Instead, an old voice sounded not far away: "Who is yelling and screaming over there? All my fish are scared away!"

Wu Zhao frowned and turned his head to look, only to see an old fisherman wearing a bamboo hat and holding a bamboo pole looking towards him.

Baoer's face changed, and he quickly said, "Wu Tou'er, let's go!"

"Hmm?" Wu Zhao asked puzzledly when he saw Bao'er's expression, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old fisherman shouted, "Well, it turns out that you are the thief who stole my fish, and you even dared to bring your accomplices back. You just stole my fish, and now you are screaming and shouting to scare away my fish. Well, I will use you two thieves to steal my fish!"

After saying this, the old fisherman walked towards the two of them at a rapid pace.

At this time, Wu Zhao finally reacted and looked at Bao Er and said, "Did you steal that fish?"

Baoer quickly grabbed Wu Zhao and said, "Wu Tou'er, let's go quickly, he's coming."

Wu Zhao said calmly, "Don't panic, it's just a fish, it won't cost anyone's life."

As they were talking, the old fisherman had already arrived in front of them. Baoer quickly stood in front of Wu Zhao and said, "Don't hurt my boss!"

A bamboo pole was tied and hit Baoer on the top of his head. Baoer cried out "ouch", held his head with both hands and grimaced.

The old fisherman said angrily: "You little thief, you stole my fish!"

Then he looked at Wu Zhao behind him and said, "You little thief, you scared away my fish!"

Finally, he said angrily, "I'm going to use you to make a nest!"

Wu Zhao said, "Old man, it's just a fish, it shouldn't be that serious, right? Can we talk about it?"

The old fisherman said angrily, "Talk? What is there to talk about? Even if the top scholar of the Tang Dynasty came today and made a wonderful argument, I would still use you to make trouble!"

Wu Zhao sighed softly, took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and handed it to the old fisherman, and asked: "Old man, this is ten taels of silver, can we talk about it?"

When the old fisherman saw the silver ingot, his originally angry face suddenly became bright.

"Talk! We can talk about anything." He took the silver and put it in his arms, then asked with a smile: "Would you two ladies like to eat fish? I still have a few."

"Eat!" Wu Zhao nodded.

"Okay!" The old fisherman put away his fishing rod and said, "I can fish and grill fish. Please wait a moment, ladies. I will light a fire and grill fish. I will let you know my skills."

Looking at the old fisherman who had undergone a huge transformation, Baoer looked puzzled and asked, "Wu Tou'er, what did you give him?"

"Money." Wu Zhao said, "My mother once said that there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved with money. If there is, it's because the money is not enough."

"Oh." Baoer seemed to understand, and then said: "My mother never said such a thing, she just often makes delicious food for me! Every time I eat the food made by my mother, I am very happy."

(End of this chapter)