"Brother, you're being ridiculous. I know you might have been a bit upset, but even if you were, you can't argue with us, right? I just wanted to buy some fish for the New Year, there's nothing wrong with that, right? Do you have to argue with us time and time again? I offered a high price but you still wouldn't sell it, and then you kept nagging us. What do you mean? Why don't the other two dealers have as many problems as you?"
There are three motorcycles here, which obviously means there are three fishmongers. Wan Feng doesn’t even know where the other two fishmongers are. Why is this guy so persistent like a dog-skin plaster?
They say there are all kinds of birds in the forest, so why did I meet such a weird one?
"We own the fish in this river. We can sell them to anyone we want, but we definitely won't sell them to you!"
"Brother, business people shouldn't act on impulse, and they shouldn't be hard on money. I've let you name your price, and you won't do it even if I let you make money?"
"I don't like you guys. I won't sell you no matter how much money you offer. I don't need you two to compete for money."
Don't like it? Why do you dislike my handsome face?
Wan Feng looked at him coldly. "I don't understand. We don't even know each other. Is there anyone we like or dislike? It seems no one here has seduced your daughter or wife. Why are you so angry with us? What's the point? Besides, are you rich?"
How can you, a fishmonger, compare yourself to me, an old man, and be richer? Who do you think you are?
"That's right, I'm rich, so I won't sell you any fish today."
Wan Feng took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to bother with you. I have a piece of advice for you: don't think you're rich! We're going to the last fishing spot. You'd better not follow us. I really hate you now."
Wan Feng turned around and said hello to Li Gensheng: "Uncle San, we're leaving."
Wan Feng left Li Gensheng and walked towards a group of fishermen forty or fifty meters upstream. If this group of fishermen could not buy any more fish, he would go back.
"That fishmonger is following us again."
Wan Feng frowned.
"If this fishmonger makes trouble again later, do you dare to cut him?"
"I dare!" The answer came from Wang Chong, the neighbor behind Wan Feng's house.
"What about you?"
"dare!"
"That's easy. If this guy pushes you again, kick him. You listen to my command."
"Okay!" everyone said in unison.
Fighting is not something unfamiliar to these northern children. Pick one of them and he may not have experienced hundreds of battles, but at least he has fought in more than ten battles.
They just haven't beaten an adult. With Wan Feng here, they don't think that their group can't beat an adult.
They all saw with their own eyes how Wan Feng beat Han Mu and Wu Huayang into the Sanchazi fish pond.
If someone refuses to accept something given to him, he will be slapped in the face, and his face will be swollen.
When these boys thought that they might be able to beat an adult today, they became excited and were eager to try.
This last group of fishermen was obviously a family, and there was also a woman. It might be a father with his son and daughter-in-law or daughter.
They had already collected the net once and picked out all the fish, and were now setting the net again.
There were fish scattered all over the river, and some of the surviving fish were still jumping around.
These fish are quite diverse, with all kinds of fish available.
This is a bit unscientific. Fish usually swim in groups, and fish in a group look almost the same. Usually, even if there are some miscellaneous fish in a group, there won't be too many.
But the fish they have are too diverse. There are dozens of kilograms of fish, and there are dozens of each kind of fish. It gives people a dizzying feeling at first glance.
Could it be that fishes can live together?
The largest one was a silver carp, weighing about twelve or thirteen pounds, and there were two fish weighing about six or seven pounds. The rest were all small fish of various colors weighing about eight pounds.
"Uncle, how many pounds of fish do you have? How about I give you a high price? A pot of rotten three cents!"
No matter what kind of fish it was, Wan Feng would buy it first. He was no longer prepared to argue with the fishmonger, so he directly called out the purchase price of three cents.
This time, the bear fishmonger didn't say much when he came up. He just stood there, looking very imposing.
"Oh, young man, we don't have the final say on this. We have already bought all our fish from them. If you want to buy anything, you have to go to them."
The old man gestured to the bear fishmonger.
Wan Feng glanced at the fishmonger sideways.
The fishmonger sneered.
Go find him? You might as well go find my knees.
Wan Feng was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "Fishmonger, you're lucky. You're lucky enough to be with these fishermen today. I don't want to cause any trouble for these fishermen, otherwise I'd really like to have a good argument with you."
He turned around and said to the people he brought with him, "Let's go. I'm afraid we can't buy it here. Let's go to the river surface in Sijitun upstream to have a look."
Wan Feng gave up the idea of teaching the fishmonger a lesson.
If we kick the fishmongers, these guys will get angry and afraid to come again, and the ones who will suffer are the fishermen who work hard for winter fishing.
Although these fishermen had no relationship with Wan Feng, Wan Feng felt that it was a taboo to destroy other people's livelihoods.
It is not easy for anyone to go fishing on the icy river in the cold winter.
Besides, he didn't want people to point fingers at him behind his back. He understood the principle that it is better to be praised behind one's back than to be cursed behind one's back.
If I can’t buy fish, I’ll just have to eat fewer meals. I won’t starve or die, so what else can I do?
This is why Wan Feng changed his mind.
He led his men toward the river, and after a few steps, he turned back and asked the bear fishmonger, "Could it be that you have also rented the Sijitun place?"
The bear fishmonger said nothing.
"If you guys also own Sijitun, then you're really unlucky."
If this bear dared to follow him to Sijitun and cause trouble, he would be asking for trouble. His patience was not infinite.
After getting out of the river, everyone rode their bicycles upstream along the river bank.
It's only three or four miles along the river to the upper reaches of Sijitun. After crossing the Dagonian Valley, you will reach a fishing ground with relatively flat ice surface in Sijitun.
There are more people doing winter fishing in Sijitun. There are more than ten groups of winter fishermen on the entire river, with more than dozens of people.
Of course there are also fishmongers from the county town here.
They are all green and happy motorcycles.
The green Xingfu motorcycle could only be seen before 1985, and later Xingfu 250s were almost all red.
Being able to ride a motorcycle in 1983 was incredibly impressive, even though Wan Feng still hasn't bought a two-wheeled motorcycle.
If you make me angry, I will buy a motorcycle too...
Wait, stop thinking, why buy a motorcycle?
When a fishmonger goes to the county town to sell fish? He makes a few cents per pound?
This must be a pain in the ass.
Why do I feel so frustrated? There is only one answer: I’m too bored!
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