When I was a child, I could always hear the cry of yellow croaker during the estrus season of the yellow croaker every year, that is, two or three months before and after the Dragon Boat Festival.

"Gollum... Gollum..."

It is like the cry of a child, and it is like the cry of a big bird in the mountains.

In the dead of night, louder noises can be made.

The hometown is in the northwest of Dinghai Island, opposite Changbai Island, and behind Changbai is Daishan.

The narrow sea area at the doorstep stretches all the way to the east and north, and there is an endless sea.

If you climb the hill to the east of the village, if the weather is fine, you can see Zhizhong Mountain, which belongs to Dinghai, and Xiushan Island, which belongs to Daishan, are both in this area.

On the way to the elementary school, I saw the phenomenon of the sea lip tower many times, and the sea in front of me showed blurred high-rise buildings.

I heard the elders say that the sea area used to be a bustling big city, called Tokyo, which is the same as the Tokyo in Japan. Later, it was slowly sunk into the sea.

There is a mantra: "Spoil Tokyo, rise Chongming." ”

That is to say, this side is sinking, and Chongming Island on the other side of Shanghai is rising.

It is also said that fishermen can often catch some bowls and pots when fishing here.

Some people also say that this vague city is a city that has sunk to the bottom of the sea, and has been refracted to the surface of the sea by the sea.

I haven't researched the history of nature's evolution, pushing forward infinitely, anything is possible.

This magical sea is called Dai Juyang, which was rich in large yellow croaker in those years.

At present, Daishan Gaoting Port is facing the Gangshan Bridge, and there is a large stone engraved with "Yellow Fish Port".

There used to be many famous "yellow croaker" bosses (captains).

At the end of the 80s, I was the deputy director of the Dongshadang Police Station in Guyu Town, and the locals talked about the scene of the yellow croaker trade in the 5-60s:

"Half-height yellow croakers are piled up on both sides of the street, and they are all piled up there at night, and no one cares."

Every household has this thing, and who will take something cheaper than pickles?

People born after the 80s should have never seen a large yellow croaker. For various reasons, it is almost extinct.

Later, a kind of breeding was planted, which was not the same kind of thing at all.

Fishermen occasionally catch a few catties of yellow croaker in production, and that will become news.

I don't know if it's true or not.

What was once the most common fish has become a rare and valuable species.

As long as someone catches it, someone buys it at a high price.

It is said that the big yellow croaker is full of treasures, fish gallbladder helps to clear heat and detoxify, and the swim bladder replenishes qi and stops bleeding, strengthens the spleen and moistens the lungs.

It is also rumored that eating this fish can delay aging and have a preventive effect on various cancers.

When we were children, the head of the big yellow croaker, three cents a catty, was bright and bright.

The scales of the fish emit a glow.

The whole fish should be sold for a dime or so a catty.

The taste of the fish...

I really forgot a little because after the age of 8 I don't eat fish from the sea, only small fish and shrimp in the mud.

Actually, although it was cheap at that time, I didn't think I would buy it.

I remember buying fish heads, and there was a hawker group that specialized in selling fish, and my mother told me to take them after school.

I remember three cents a pound very well.

Looking at the scene of the family cooking a large pot of braised fish head with stabbing soup disc cooked by my mother, although I didn't move a single chopstick, my mouth was full of the taste of "oily wheat and wheat".

When I was in junior high school, a female English teacher asked me to bring two bright yellow croakers to our neighbor, who was her relative, as if it was the Dragon Boat Festival.

Once, on the way out of school, it was high tide, and there was a yellow croaker that was the length of my calf, and rushed to the edge of the pond with its stomach turned over, and I climbed to the edge of the pond to drag the fish up.

The fish spits out its swim bladder in its mouth, stares at its big eyeballs, and wiggles its tail.

The whole fish is golden and bright!