Three o'clock in the morning.
Zhang Yanping was woken up by the five consecutive alarms he set. He opened the door and was shocked by the cool air, which woke him up.
The moonlight sprinkled coolly on this simple farmyard, casting a hazy glow.
The stove in the shed was tidy. The five, six, seven and three treasures were not in their own 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 the moment. I could hear some humming sounds from time to time, and my little paws were scratching the dead pine needles, making a rustling sound.
On the courtyard wall that was covered with iron nails and broken glass, a few furry black shadows were jumping nimbly, as if they knew the place by heart.
Looking closely, I saw a dozen gray-haired squirrels, their fur faintly shining in the moonlight.
Zhang Yanping touched his hair subconsciously—
Eating nuts really does nourish your hair, right
Otherwise, this gray-haired squirrel was a little skinny when he came, but now it looks fatter and plumper.
And he is so brave, squatting on the wall every day!
Speaking of stealing, it seems that nothing was lost. But if it wasn’t stealing… what, I want to find a home for myself.
He stared into the distance. Under the moonlight, the whole village seemed to be covered with wisps of white mist. Unfortunately, he was in the thickest center of the mist and could not see it.
All I knew was that the air smelled of wet morning dew. For some reason, I felt refreshed and alert as soon as I smelled it.
He put on his coat, took out the flashlight he had prepared in advance, took his cell phone, opened the door quietly, and then walked to the empty roadside to wait.
The bamboo forest is accompanied by the sound of wind, the pond occasionally has the sound of fish and shrimp jumping, and insects are singing freely in the grass...
But all this quietness cannot change the fact that it is only three o'clock in the morning.
He stared at the phone for a moment, feeling that something was wrong.
So... why did he come to the village in the first place
It seems like it's to escape the nagging and the pressure of taking the civil service exam, right
Because he just wants to be a rotten salted fish.
Now...
His phone vibrated, and he opened it to see that someone in the impromptu fishing group had tagged him:
According to the navigation, we will arrive in five minutes. Is the positioning accurate
yes.
Zhang Yanping replied quickly, and then thought numbly:
He got up at three in the morning and took the orders from these ten people. Each person's lunch box was only four hundred yuan, and Tantan took one hundred as the cost, and he and his seventh cousin each got fifteen hundred yuan.
Is it because he can’t make more than 150 yuan a day selling fruit
Or can the hundred and fifty dollars buy him enough to get up at three o'clock
Zhang Yanping looked at his confused 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 to try to take the civil service exam
But I can't eat the food here when I go back...
As I hesitated, the roar and lights of cars came from the road in the distance.
He instantly perked up!
Good man, just for myself at three o'clock, if he doesn't sell two bowls of rice to each person today, he is not called Zhang Yanping!
The other party drove a low-key BMW, got out of the car, and couldn't help stretching:
"Oh, the air in this village is so good!"
He turned around and smiled at Zhang Yanping, "Brother, we are all from the same forum, we are family, don't fool us."
Zhang Yanping was extremely confident: "Whether it works or not, just try fishing for a day first."
The other party was not polite: "Come on, come on, get in the car, tell me where the pond is, I'll go look for a good fish first."
That really doesn't work.
Zhang Yanping pointed at his phone and said, "There are nine more people behind us. Aren't you all good brothers? You will be here soon. Let's go together."
"That won't do!" The other party immediately jumped up and said, "Good brother, you can't delay me from finding the fish!"
"I sneaked downstairs like a thief at 1 a.m. and drove here. How can I be with them? I got here first, so I have some privileges."
Zhang Yanping was helpless.
At this moment, I just pointed at the other person:
"See that bamboo forest? Behind it is a pond. You can choose any location. Remember to knock it with a stick beforehand to avoid snakes."
"Also, there are some rocks with our traps tied to them. Just don't put them in the water."
"That's fine!"
The other party couldn't wait to open the trunk, put the fishing rod on his back with one hand, carried the heavy bag in the other hand, and rushed to the pond with a proud look on his face.
To be honest, if everyone is enthusiastic about fishing at work, then no one will have to worry about perfect attendance.
Now, after waiting for only another ten or twenty minutes, Zhang Yanping brought the last three middle-aged men who were wearing cotton jackets and riding motorcycles to the edge of the pond.
"How long does it take to get here from downtown on a motorcycle?"
"Oh, don't mention it. The road here is too difficult to travel on. I was so nervous the whole way that I rode for more than two hours."
Zhang Yanping: …
Although he hangs out in all the major forums, the old fishermen are clearly the most amazing ones.
Ask them to go to the gym, they say they can't stand the pain of exercise.
But they were asked to ride bicycles and sit on benches despite the back pain, and guard the water for a day and a night. They were more enthusiastic than anyone else.
—Fishing Master, this is really a mysterious organization.
However, at this moment, everyone stared at the pond and fell into silence.
A pond covers an area of two or three acres, which is spacious enough for ten people.
The question is—
"You are suspected of false advertising! I thought it was a big pond!"
Although three acres is not a small area, it is obviously not enough to harvest that much!
"Brother, the harvest from the ground trap you posted earlier, is it real or fake?"
This pond is ordinary, why does it look so unreliable
Zhang Yanping was well prepared. He dug out the trap left behind the night before from the bushes beside him, took out a plastic bag, and untied a small ball of chicken intestines that Song Tan had thrown in.
"Everyone, we are in the same forum, and I am not deceiving anyone - this is an empty cage. If you are worried that there are no fish in my pond, you don't have to."
"Come here, pick a random spot, and I'll put the trap down. I'll collect it at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you guys?"
Zhang Yanping seldom goes fishing, so everyone is not familiar with him, but the fishermen who are so active in this forum have all chatted 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:
"Here, put the trap. I'll hold it down with my little stool."
OK!
Zhang Yanping was also straightforward.
Song Tan has set a lot of traps in the past two days, and the cement pool at home is almost full. It's a pity that there are ten people to feed, and if two less, there will be almost no food.
This pond is really magical, the fish are all stupid.
If Song Tan hadn't sworn that she would never lose money if fishermen came, Zhang Yanping really didn't want to do this losing business at three in the morning.