Chapter 171: Late Night Fishing Old Man

Three o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Yanping was shaken up by the five consecutive alarm clocks he set, opened the door and was stimulated by the cool air, and then felt awake.

The moonlight sprinkled coldly on this simple farmhouse courtyard, reflecting a hazy brilliance.

The stove in the shed was tidied up neatly, and the five, six, seven treasures were not in their nests at this moment, but sleeping in the pile of firewood in front of the stove.

I don't know what kind of dream they were having at this moment, there were intermittent humming and trembling sounds, and the little claws were scratching the withered leaves and pine needles, making a rustling sound.

On the courtyard wall full of iron nails and glass shards, several furry shadows jumped flexibly, already familiar with this place.

Looking closely, they were more than a dozen gray-haired squirrels, and under the moonlight, their fur was vaguely shiny.

Zhang Yanping subconsciously touched his hair—

Is eating nuts really good for hair?

Otherwise, this gray-haired squirrel, it was a bit dry when he came, but now it looks fatter.

And this courage is too big, squatting on the wall every day!

If you say stealing things, it seems that nothing is lost. But if you don't steal... what, want to find a master for yourself.

He stared into the distance, under the clear moonlight, the whole village seemed to have wisps of white fog. Unfortunately, he was in the center of the thickest white fog, and couldn't see it.

Only knowing that the air had the taste of wet morning dew, for some reason, smelling it made him feel refreshed and clear-headed.

Put on his coat, took out the flashlight prepared in advance, brought his phone, he opened the gate silently, and waited on the empty roadside.

The bamboo forest was accompanied by the sound of the wind, the sound of fish and shrimp jumping in the pond, insects singing freely in the grass...

But all this tranquility could not change the fact that it was only three o'clock in the morning.

He stared at his phone for a moment, always feeling that something was wrong.

Speaking of which... why did he come to the village in the first place?

It seems to be to escape the pressure of nagging and taking the civil service exam, right?

Because he just wanted to be a salted fish.

Then now...

The phone vibrated, he opened it and found it was someone @ him in the temporary fishing group:

【Look at the navigation, it will be open in five minutes, is the positioning accurate?】

Yes.

Zhang Yanping replied smoothly, and then thought numbly:

He got up at three o'clock in the morning and took these ten orders. Each boxed lunch is only four hundred yuan, and Tan Tan took one hundred as cost, and he and Great-Uncle Seven each got one hundred and fifty.

Is it that he can't earn one hundred and fifty a day selling fruit?

Or is it that one hundred and fifty can buy him to get up at three o'clock?

Zhang Yanping looked at his blank face reflected in the phone lens, and for the first time couldn't help but waver.

—He really doesn't seem to have any talent for doing business.

Otherwise, should he go back and sign up for a training class to try the civil service exam?

But if he goes back, he won't be able to eat the food here...

Just hesitating like this, the roar and lights of the car came from the road in the distance.

He instantly felt refreshed!

Good guy, just for the sake of his three o'clock self, if he doesn't sell two bowls of rice to everyone today, he won't be called Zhang Yanping!

The other party was driving a low-key BMW, got out of the car, and couldn't help but stretch:

"Oh, the air in this village is really good!"

Turning his head, he smiled at Zhang Yanping: "Brother, we are all from the same post bar, our own people, don't fool us."

Zhang Yanping said firmly: "Whether it works or not, you just try fishing for a day."

The other party was not polite: "Go, go, get in the car, tell me where the pond is, I'll go and see a good fish mouth first."

That's not really okay.

Zhang Yanping pointed to his phone: "There are nine people behind, aren't you all good brothers? Let's go together in a while."

"That won't work!" The other party jumped: "Even good brothers can't delay me from finding a fish mouth!"

"I sneaked downstairs like a thief at one o'clock in the morning, drove over, how can I be with them? I came first, so I should have some privileges."

Zhang Yanping was helpless.

At this moment, he pointed to the other party:

"See that bamboo forest? Behind the bamboo forest is the pond, you can choose the location as you like. Remember to hit it with a stick in advance, so there are no snakes."

"Also, there are fish traps tied to several stones, don't put them in the water."

"Okay!"

The other party couldn't wait to open the trunk, carried the fishing rod on his back with one hand, and carried a heavy bag with the other, and rushed to the pond side with ambition.

To be honest, if employees were as active as fishing, everyone wouldn't have to worry about full attendance.

Now, after waiting for another ten or twenty minutes, Zhang Yanping brought the last three middle-aged men who came by motorcycle to the pond side.

"How long does it take to ride a motorcycle from the city?"

"Oh, don't mention it, the road here is too difficult to walk, I was terrified all the way, and rode for more than two hours."

Zhang Yanping:...

Although he mixes in all major post bars, fishing old men are obviously the most magical existence.

Let them go to the gym, they say they can't stand the bitterness of exercise.

But let them endure back pain, ride a bike, sit on a stool, and guard the water surface for a day and night, they come more actively than anyone else.

—Fishing old men, what a mysterious organization.

However, at this moment, everyone stared at this pond and couldn't help but fall into silence.

A pond covers two or three acres of land, and ten people are okay, quite spacious.

The problem is—

"You are suspected of false advertising! I thought it was a big pond!"

Although three acres is not small, it obviously can't have so many harvests!

"Brother, is the harvest in the fish trap you posted before true or false?"

This pond is plain, why does it look so unreliable?

Zhang Yanping was well prepared, and at this moment turned out the fish trap left overnight from the grass on the side, took out a plastic bag, and untied a small group of chicken intestines that Song Tan threw in.

"Everyone, we are from the same post bar, I won't say who I'm fooling—this is an empty fish trap, if you are worried that there are no fish in this pond, you don't have to."

"Come on, anyone, just specify a location, I'll put the fish trap down, and I'll collect the fish trap at seven tomorrow morning, do you think it works?"

Zhang Yanping rarely fishes, everyone is not familiar with him, but the fishing old men who can be so active in the post bar have chatted with each other.

Therefore, there is more trust between each other.

So the middle-aged man who came earliest exchanged glances with a few brothers, and then pointed casually:

"Just here, you put the fish trap here. I'll press it with my small stool."

Okay!

Zhang Yanping was also straightforward.

Song Tan has put down a lot of fish traps in the past two days, and the cement pond at home is almost full. The loss is that there are ten people eating, and if there were two fewer, they wouldn't be able to eat.

This pond is really magical, the fish are all stupid.

If it weren't for Song Tan's oath that she would never lose money when fishing people come, Zhang Yanping really wouldn't want to do this money-losing business at three o'clock in the morning. ===== CHAPTER 172 =====