In addition to the fishermen on the river, there were also some fishmongers from the county town, about three or four of them.
These fishmongers deliver the fish to restaurants in the county town or go to farmers' markets to buy fish.
Compared to when Wan Feng saw them in the summer of 1981, these fishmongers have upgraded their weapons, from tractors to Xingfu motorcycles.
The three green Happy motorcycles parked on the ice are proof of this.
Wan Feng leaned over to take a look at the two semicircular iron boxes slung on the back of a motorcycle.
The iron box is already filled with at least half a box of fish.
They are all the three flowers, five Luo and eighteen seeds that are special products of Longjiang, and the varieties are quite complete.
It seems that the winter fishermen had a good catch today. They caught so many fish at just after nine o'clock in the morning.
"Don't look at me stupidly, kids, stay away." A man dressed like a bear shouted at Wan Feng from a distance.
This guy is probably the owner of this motorcycle. He is so stingy. He seems to have nothing missing from it, as if I can rob him.
Wan Feng got off the motorcycle and walked towards a fisherman who was hauling in his net.
As the fishing net was pulled out from under the ice bit by bit, the scales on the net began to shine.
"This carp is not small! And there are also seven-mile-long captives!" Several fishermen seemed very excited.
When Wan Feng heard about Qili Fuzi, he quickened his pace and ran over. He still remembered the smell of Qili Fuzi clearly.
"I'll buy the fish in this net." Wan Feng shouted when he was still more than ten meters away from the fisherman.
"Sell it to you? We've taken charge of all the fish in the river today." The bear just now also shouted while running towards this side.
The fisherman used a small trawl net that was about 20 to 30 meters long, and three people were dragging it out.
This net caught quite a few fish, estimated to be several dozen kilograms, including more than ten kilograms of carp and some small miscellaneous fish.
"Uncle, please sell me this net of fish. I'll give you 25 cents for a whole pot of rotten fish."
The current price of fish is still stable at around 16.7 yuan. In winter, the price of fish may be a little higher at around 20 yuan. Wan Feng giving 25 yuan is a high price.
A group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old children came to buy fish, which was a bit beyond the fishermen's expectations.
On weekdays, not to mention children, even adults rarely buy fish, as they are all bought by these vendors.
"All the fish in the river are ours now. Kids, go play somewhere else." The bear vendor wearing a dog-skin hat ran over and quickly declared his sovereignty.
"You're such a boaster, Longjiang is so big, is it all yours?" Wan Jun said behind Wan Feng.
"Everywhere you look is ours now."
"The Russian side is yours too, right?" Wan Feng argued with the bear fishmonger.
There were also a few people fishing on the Russian side, and it was clearly visible that they were soldiers.
"You little bastard, are you trying to be argumentative?"
Wan Jun was helped by Wan Feng. The fish seller was a fisherman, so why would he compete with the fishmonger?
"Uncle, how is it? The price I offered is not low, I'm buying it back to keep for myself to eat during the New Year."
"No, we've already bought all these fish."
The fishermen also wanted to sell their fish to Wan Feng. These fishmongers only gave him 1.7 cents for a whole pot of rotten fish, but the price Wan Feng offered could earn him an extra four or five dollars for the whole net.
However, the fisherman thought about it and rejected Wan Feng's suggestion: "Hey, my friend, our fish are indeed contracted to these vendors. If you want to buy, you can only negotiate with them."
Even if the price offered by Wan Feng is high, compared with the vendor, Wan Feng is just a temporary fish buyer. After buying this time, he doesn’t know when he will come again for the second time, so the vendor is still in the long run.
Wan Feng naturally understood this, and without hesitation he turned to the vendor and said, "Brother, how about selling this fish to me at the same price?"
“Not for sale!”
"Brother, I'm just buying this to keep for my family during the New Year. It doesn't conflict with your business. It doesn't matter who you sell it to. If you think it's too little, I'll add another five cents. This way, you can make eight or nine yuan. I think you should consider it."
"I won't sell it, no matter how much money you offer me. Get out of here right now and don't delay me from collecting the fish."
Did this merchant's wife cheat on him or did she take drugs? Even if the deal fails, doesn't that mean the righteousness still exists?
"Brother, as the saying goes, you can't get along with anyone but money. Name a price for this net of fish."
Wan Feng really took a fancy to the fish in the net. There were six or seven seven-mile floats and many oxtails in the net. These were all good fish. As for the two carps, they were nothing compared to these yellow fish.
With this net of fish, I don’t have to worry about eating fish during the New Year.
"No, I won't sell it even if you give me one dollar per pound." The bear vendor said in a tone that left no room for negotiation.
Wan Feng was sure that this guy must have been stimulated by something in his brain.
But you have a brain irritation, why are you trying to hit me?
Wan Feng sighed: "If you don't want to sell it, forget it. Let's go look somewhere else."
Twenty or thirty meters away, another group of fishermen began to pull up their nets, so Wan Feng walked towards them.
Wan Feng didn’t know any of these fishermen, but those who fished in this area were either from the big birch forest or the small birch forest. Wouldn’t they sell this one and that one too?
If they really can't sell it here, they can go upstream to Sijitun to buy it from the fishermen. He doesn't believe that he can't buy fish with money.
The fish caught by this group of people were of lower quality than the previous one. None of the fish weighed more than ten kilograms, and there were very few yellow fish. Almost all of them were taimen and crucian carp.
Before Wan Feng could speak, the bear dealer came after him again.
“These fish are ours, too.”
Wan Feng ignored him and walked towards the group of fishermen farthest away in the middle of the river. He had not originally planned to buy the fish in this net. Even if the whole pot of fish was rotten, he would still buy some similar fish. The fish in this net was too bad.
It is said that there are big fish in the middle of the river. Wan Feng places his hope of buying big fish on this group of people in the middle of the river.
The group of fishermen in Jiangxin did not disappoint Wan Feng. The fish caught in this net were similar to the first one he saw, and there was also someone Wan Feng knew among the fishermen.
Li Changhe's third uncle Li Gensheng.
"Uncle San, are you fishing here?"
Last year, when Wan Feng came back to Dalinzi and drank with Li Changhe and others, Li Gensheng was also present.
"Xiao Wan, when did you come back?"
"I've been back for three days. Uncle, your fish are really good. Sell them to me. I'll give you 25 cents."
Wan Feng didn't know the other two people who were fishing with Li Gensheng. In order not to make things difficult for Li Gensheng, Wan Feng opened his mouth and shouted out the price first.
What was frustrating was that before Li Gensheng could open his mouth, the bear vendor came after him again.
"You kids are doing this on purpose, aren't you? Aren't all the fish in this river ours? What are you doing here? Get the hell out of here, I'm telling you, dozens of you, or I'll be rude to you."
Anyone who could set up a business in a county market in 1983 and could afford to ride a motorcycle was more or less capable and was not someone to be trifled with.
But Wan Feng doesn't seem to be someone to be trifled with.
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