Three o'clock in the morning.
Zhang Yanping was shocked by the five serial alarm clocks he had set. He opened the door and was shocked by the cool air, and then he felt sober.
The moonlight shone coldly on this simple farmyard, reflecting a hazy light.
The stove in the shed was neatly tidied, and the five, six, and seven treasures were not in their nests at the moment, but were sleeping in the pile of firewood in front of the stove.
I don’t know what I was dreaming about at this moment, but there was a humming and trilling sound intermittently, and the little paws were pulling at the dead pine needles, making a rustling sound.
On the courtyard wall covered with iron nails and broken glass, a few furry black figures danced nimbly, and they were already familiar with this place.
Looking closely, there were more than a dozen gray-haired squirrels. Under the moonlight, their coats were slightly shiny.
Zhang Yanping subconsciously touched his hair——
Eating nuts is really good for hair, right?
Otherwise, this gray-haired squirrel was still a little dry when he came, but now it looks fatter and plumper.
And he is so courageous, squatting on the wall every day!
Speaking of stealing, it seems like nothing was lost. But if you don't steal... well, I want to find myself a master.
He stared into the distance. Under the clear brilliance of the moonlight, the entire village seemed to be covered with wisps of white mist. It's a pity that he was in the center of the thickest white mist, so he couldn't see it.
All I know is that the air smells of moist morning dew. I don’t know why, but just smelling it makes me feel refreshed and awake.
Putting on his coat, he took out the flashlight he had prepared in advance, put on his mobile phone, and quietly opened the door, then walked to the deserted roadside and waited.
The bamboo forest is accompanied by the sound of wind, there are occasional sounds of fish and shrimp jumping in the pond, and insects sing freely in the grass...
But all this silence can't change the fact that it's only three o'clock in the morning.
He stared at the phone for a moment, feeling that something was not right.
By the way... why did he come to the village in the first place?
It seems to be to escape the nagging and the pressure of taking public exams, right?
Because he just wants to be a rotten salted fish.
Then now...
His phone vibrated. He opened it and saw that someone from the temporary fishing group was following him:
[Look at the navigation and we’ll be there in five minutes. Is the location accurate? 】
yes.
Zhang Yanping replied smoothly, and then thought numbly:
He got up at three in the morning and took orders from these ten people. A box lunch for each person was only 400 yuan, and the cost was divided into 100 yuan. He and his seventh cousin each received 150 yuan.
Is it because he can’t earn more than 150 yuan a day from selling fruit?
Or can you say that one hundred and fifty can buy him getting up at three o'clock?
Zhang Yanping looked at his blank face reflected in the cell phone lens and couldn't help but waver for the first time.
——He really doesn’t seem to have any talent for business.
Otherwise, why not go back and sign up for a training class and take the public exam?
But I won’t be able to eat the food here when I go back...
With just such a moment of hesitation, the roar of cars and lights followed on the road in the distance.
He instantly brightened up!
Good guy, let’s just talk about myself at three o’clock. If one person doesn’t sell two bowls of rice today, he won’t be called Zhang Yanping!
The other party drove a low-key BMW, got out of the car, and couldn't help but stretch:
"Oh, the air in this village is so good!"
He turned to Zhang Yanping and smiled again: "Brother, we are all from the same forum. We are our own people, so please don't fool us."
Zhang Yanping was determined to die: "If it works, just try fishing for a day first."
The other party was not polite: "Let's go, get in the car, tell me where the pond is, and I'll go look for a good fish mouth first."
Then this doesn't really work.
Zhang Yanping pointed to the phone: "There are nine more people behind you. Aren't you all good brothers? We'll be here soon, let's go together."
"That won't work!" The other party immediately jumped: "Good brother, you can't delay me in finding the fish mouth!"
"I sneaked downstairs like a thief at one o'clock in the morning and drove here. How could I be with them? I must have the privilege of being here first."
Zhang Yanping was helpless.
At this moment, simply give the other party a finger:
"Did you see the bamboo forest? Behind the bamboo forest is a pond. You can choose the location. Remember to hit it with a stick in advance to avoid snakes."
"Besides, there are a few rocks where our ground cages are tied. Just don't get them in the water."
"That's okay!"
The other party couldn't wait to open the trunk, put the fishing rod on his back with one hand, and carried the heavy bag with the other hand, and rushed towards the pond with great satisfaction.
To be honest, if you are active in fishing at work, then everyone will not worry about perfect attendance.
Now, after only waiting for another ten or twenty minutes, Zhang Yanping brought the last three middle-aged men wearing cotton-padded jackets and riding motorcycles to the edge of the pond.
"How long does it take to get here from the city on a motorcycle?"
"Oh, don't mention it. The road here is too difficult. I was very nervous all the way. I rode for more than two hours."
Zhang Yanping:......
Although he hangs out in all the major forums, the fishing veterans are obviously the most magical beings.
Ask them to go to the gym, and they say they can't stand the pain of exercise.
But they were forced to ride bikes, sit on benches, and watch the water all day and night despite the pain in their backs. They were more active than anyone else.
——Old Fishing, what a mysterious organization.
However, now everyone stared at the pond and couldn't help but fell into silence.
A pond covers an area of two to three acres, which is quite spacious for ten people.
The issue is--
"You are suspected of false propaganda! I thought it was a boss's pond!"
Although three acres is not a small area, it obviously cannot yield that much!
"Brother, are the harvests in the cages you posted about before real or fake?"
This pond is ordinary, why does it look so unreliable?
Zhang Yanping had already prepared. At this moment, he dug out the ground cage left at night from the grass nearby, took out the plastic bag, and unwrapped a small ball of chicken intestines that Song Tan had thrown in.
"Everyone, we are just posting this, and I won't say who is being fooled - this is an open cage. If you are worried that there are no fish in my pond, there is no need to worry."
"Come here, just designate a spot, and I'll put down the floor cage. I'll pick it up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. You guys can watch, okay?"
Zhang Yanping rarely fishes, and everyone is not familiar with him, but there are such active fishing experts in this forum, and they have all talked with each other.
Therefore, there is more trust between each other.
So the middle-aged man who came first exchanged glances with the brothers, and then pointed casually:
"Just here, you put the ground cage here. I'll use my little horse to hold it down."
OK!
Zhang Yanping was also straightforward.
Song Tanke has worked hard in the past two days, and the cement pool at home is almost full. Unfortunately, there are ten people to eat, and there is almost no food for two less.
This pond is really magical, the fish are all stupid.
If Song Tan hadn't vowed that she would never lose money when the fishermen came, Zhang Yanping really wouldn't want to do this loss-making business at three in the morning.
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