With the good luck that Old Man Liu mentioned, Zeng Wangcai completely let himself go and said, I won’t pretend anymore, I’m just lucky.
Behind the eight-jin grass carp was a yellow catfish, and then another grass carp weighing five or six jin. Then came bighead carp, crucian carp... In short, whatever fish Zeng Wangcai saw in Old Man Liu's bucket came after him.
The difference between the two is that they are more numerous and heavier.
Later, Old Man Liu became numb and had no interest in fishing. He just watched Zeng Wangcai fishing and helped to catch the fish. When a big grass carp weighing 11 or 12 pounds came ashore, the last bit of pride as a master in Old Man Liu's heart was completely shattered.
After fishing for so long, the largest fish I caught was 8.7 jin. However, this young man broke the record as soon as he arrived.
Later, the sacks that made Old Man Liu laugh were full, or both sacks were full, and were lifted onto the tricycle by Lin Huyang and the Tiger and Leopard brothers.
As the sun was setting, Old Man Liu said with emotion, "Wangcai, you must be the reincarnation of the Dragon King. You have such great luck."
"Haha, thank you for your kind words." Zeng Wangcai put away his rod. It was almost done. It would be dark by the time he got back. "Without your guidance, I wouldn't have been able to catch so many fish today. You can take this fish back as a thank you gift for becoming my apprentice."
A grass carp weighing eight or nine kilograms was bouncing in the grass. This was the last fish Zeng Wangcai caught before he put away his fishing rod, and he prepared it specially for Old Man Liu.
He thought the old man was a nice person, so he didn't go fishing all afternoon and just helped here.
"I'll take this fish." Old Man Liu said without hesitation, "You can't finish all the fish. It's so hot today, what are you going to do?"
"Sold it!" Zeng Wangcai replied, "First go to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill to see if their canteen wants it. If they don't want it or can't buy all of it, take it to the purchasing station."
"Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, where do you work?"
"I haven't reported yet. I'll go the day after tomorrow. I'm from the Publicity Department."
"Hello, Propaganda Department. It seems that you are well-educated..."
We chatted a little more before saying goodbye and agreed to meet here again on Sundays if we are free or have the chance.
Zeng Wangcai waved goodbye and left with the fish pierced with a reed pole. Lin Huyang and the others had already packed up the pots and pans and were waiting for him to go home.
After Zeng Wangcai and the others left, Old Man Liu packed up his things and walked up the river bank. After waiting for a while, a military green jeep drove over and stopped beside Old Man Liu. The driver and a young man in the passenger seat got out of the car.
"Commander, you have gained a lot today." The young man who got off the passenger seat took the bucket and said.
"This is just a small amount of fish, far less than others." Old man Liu smiled a little bitterly, "Go back, this Sunday's harvest is not good, send the fish to the canteen later, remember to distribute some to the canteens of each department, if only I had that boy's luck..."
Seeing that the leader was not in a good mood, the young man did not dare to ask more questions. He took the things and asked the driver to drive.
Speaking of Zeng Wangcai's tricycle, everyone was singing all the way back and was very happy. They made a preliminary estimate and found that there were more than 200 kilograms of fish.
"Wangcai, I believe you now." Lin Huyang touched the brake under his body to control the speed while driving downhill, and said happily, "If you are so lucky every time fishing, I might really go to a steel mill to be a buyer."
When Zeng Wangcai talked to him about this matter when they were watching a movie before, he just thought it was a brother's concern, but now he believes it.
If you can catch more than 200 kilograms of fish every week, even if you sell it at 50 cents per kilogram, that's more than 100 yuan in income. Why would you still want to attend this crappy class?
Lin Huyang went on to say: "Wangcai, why don't we try again? Not to mention 200 kilograms each time, but 20 to 30 kilograms each time, we don't have to go to work."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zeng Wangcai slapped Lin Huyang on the back, "Going to work is the right thing to do. These are just auxiliary and cannot be the main job."
Times are different, and now is different from later generations. Now if you don’t have a job you are a vagrant. The more money you make, the more unstable you feel. The right way is to eat and drink well and strive to improve your status.
Lou Xiao'e's family should be rich, but they were ganged up on by Liu Haizhong and Xu Damao, and they hurriedly transferred their property to Gangcheng. They still had money to make a comeback in Gangcheng.
So having money is really not the most important thing now. Zeng Wangcai figured it out. Although the space is good, it cannot guarantee that his family will be safe in the wind and rain, especially when the yard is full of beasts.
But if you have a good heart and take the path that the beasts want to take, leaving them with no way to go, then it will be safer.
So, going to work is important.
You want to hijack my morals. I have no morals at all. What are you hijacking?
Lin Huyang was convinced and decided to do as his brother said.
"Let's go fishing every Sunday from now on." Zeng Wangcai finalized the plan, "Xiuzhi, you and Xiaohu and Xiaobao stay in the village. If you have time, you can collect local specialties and make them yourself or buy them secretly with money. You can bring your things to the city on Saturday afternoon, go fishing on Sunday, and sell the fish on Monday. Xiuzhi will take the lead and be the boss."
"Brother, I'll listen to you." Xiaohu and Xiaobao agreed readily.
More than 200 kilograms of fish means at least a hundred yuan of income. Together with wild boar meat and toads, they can earn nearly 200 yuan in just two or three days. They never dared to imagine such a speed of making money.
Zhang Xiuzhi was in a very complicated mood. She thought she was very capable, but now compared with Zeng Wangcai, she was far behind.
If I really marry him, it seems not bad...
Bah, bah, bah, Zhang Xiuzhi, what are you thinking about? You want to get married at the age of fourteen. Have you forgotten what you said, to support yourself?
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