Chapter 189 189. Late night fisherman
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 shines coldly on this simple farmyard, reflecting a hazy brilliance.
The stove in the shed was neatly tidied, and the five, six, seven and three 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 kind of dream I had at this moment. There were humming and trilling sounds intermittently, and my 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 are more than a dozen gray-haired squirrels. Under the moonlight, their coats are slightly shiny.
Zhang Yanping subconsciously touched his hair—
Eating nuts really helps your hair, right?
Otherwise, this gray-haired squirrel was a little dry when he came, but now it looks fatter and fatter.
And he is so courageous that he squats 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. Unfortunately, he was in the center of the thickest white mist, so he couldn't see it.
I only know that the air smells of moist morning dew. I don’t know why, but 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 quite 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 passing the exam, right?
Because he just wants to be a rotten salted fish.
Then now…
The phone vibrated. He opened it and saw that someone from the temporary fishing group was following him:
【Looking at the navigation, we will 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 camera of his mobile phone 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 you won’t be able to eat the food here when you go back...
With just such a moment of hesitation, the roar of cars and lights followed on the road in the distance.
He was instantly refreshed!
Good guy, let’s go to 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!”
Turning around, he smiled at Zhang Yanping and said, "Brother, we are all from the same forum. We are one of our own, so please don't fool us."
Zhang Yanping was determined to die: "If it works, just try fishing for a day first."
Then this really doesn’t work.
Zhang Yanping pointed to the mobile phone: "There are nine more people behind you. Aren't you all good brothers? They will be here soon, let's go together."
"That won't work!" The other party immediately jumped to his feet: "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 over. How could I join them? I must have been here first. What a privilege.”
Zhang Yanping was helpless.
At this moment, just give the other party a finger:
"Have you seen 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 with our ground cages tied to them. Just don’t let them get into 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 by motorcycle?”
“Oh, forget it, the road here is too difficult. I was very nervous all the way, and I rode for more than two hours.”
Zhang Yanping:…
Although he hangs out in all the major forums, the fishing guys are obviously the most magical beings.
Ask them to go to the gym, but they say they can’t stand the pain of exercise.
They were forced to ride bikes, sit on benches, and watch the water all day and night despite their back pain. They were more active than anyone else.
—Fisherman, 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 question 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 harvest!
“Brother, are the harvests in the cages you dried 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 all posting this, and I won’t say who is being tricked—this is an empty cage. If you are worried that there are no fish in my pond, there is no need to worry.”
"Someone, come here and just designate a spot. I'll put the floor cage down. I'll come and collect the floor cage at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. Can you just watch it?"
Zhang Yanping seldom fishes, and everyone is not familiar with him. However, in this post, fishing guys who are so active have chatted with each other.
Hence, there is more trust between each other.
So the middle-aged man who came first looked at the brothers, and then pointed:
"Just here, you put the ground cage here. I'll use my little horse to hold it down."
OK!
Zhang Yanping is also straightforward.
Song Tanke has done a lot of hard work in the past two days, and the cement pond 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.
Well...although but...it will still be there tonight. Become a new person!
The third update is still almost there, so I’ll make it up at night and post it.
See you in the next update.
(End of this chapter)