The anglers were quite disapproving of Wu An and his group's behavior of staking out the pond.
If you could make money from a ditch, everyone would come to a ditch.
In their opinion, fishing is far better.
At least you can catch fish while fishing. You can eat them yourself, sell them for money, or even just treat it as a hobby.
This puddle is a thankless task.
After working in the puddle for a while, I was exhausted and covered in dirt. There was absolutely no fun in it, and the water pump was very oily.
After a busy day, you might even lose money if you're unlucky.
"Hey, what's this old man doing here?"
"Is this the Calabash Brothers causing trouble, and Grandpa has come looking for them?"
The fishermen laughed.
One of the oldest men, with a white beard, snorted and said, "What, you look down on an old man?"
"I wouldn't dare."
"Hey, you're blessed by the Dragon King today, you've caught fish one after another."
"That's right, we young people are ashamed of ourselves."
These people said with smiles, and it was clear that these fishermen knew each other and had a good relationship, so they could joke around freely.
The white-bearded old man spat and said, "The youngest of you are over forty and still have the nerve to call yourselves young. I'm getting annoyed for you."
"Alright, you guys keep fishing, I'm going to take a break."
I'm tired.
After saying that, the old man put away his fishing rod and sat down on a small chair to drink tea. He usually set up a shed, but the wind was too strong today, so he had to do it this way. The old man, who was used to enjoying himself, frowned a little uncomfortably.
At this age, fishing is really just a pastime.
Of course, leisure is leisure, and having fun is still something to pursue. The fun of fishing is nothing more than seeing who catches more, bigger, and more valuable fish.
As people get older, they tend to be more meticulous and serious.
"We've caught a fish!"
"The fish are biting well today."
"It's probably because it just rained."
"The wind is really strong, it's giving me a headache."
"Then why don't you leave?"
"Bullshit, it's almost a chain reaction, I'd be crazy to leave!"
"Old Mo, where are you going?"
The anglers all turned to look.
The white-bearded old man, known as Old Mo, stepped off the rocks and walked towards the water pit, saying without turning his head, "I'm going to see what's going on with this water pit."
Walk over there.
Old Mo walked over to Old Fu and saw that Old Fu's cigarette was almost finished. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one over, and asked, "You're lucky, you have two grandsons."
He struck up a conversation with Old Fu because Old Fu was about his age, so they were considered peers. He glanced at Wu An and A Qing, knowing he had nothing to talk about with the young people. After Old Fu accepted the cigarette, he earnestly advised, "Young people like to stir things up and make a fuss, that's a good thing."
"As elders, it's best if we don't interfere too much."
"Too much interference only annoys the child."
“These kids think we’re too old and useless, so they don’t listen to us at all.”
He sighed as he said this.
Clearly, he was not only advising Old Fu, but also himself.
Old Fu shook his head subconsciously, somewhat absent-minded. He heard the man say a lot, but didn't hear a single word.
He was preoccupied with bigger things and had no time to think about anything else.
Ah Qing, who was standing nearby, scratched his head, moved closer to Wu An, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, what does he mean? I don't quite understand."
Wu An was still staring at the water pump. His luck value was dropping rapidly, almost one point per minute. His 12 luck values were simply not enough.
Add more!
Wu An was somewhat excited, watching the water level drop with great anticipation, and was too lazy to answer A Qing's stupid question.
Old Fu was worried, and kept smoking.
Just as he was about to light a cigarette, he saw Old Mo next to him and realized that the cigarette he had just put in his mouth was given to him by someone else. So he lit the cigarette for Old Mo first.
Old Mo tapped the back of his hand, indicating that it was lit.
In the time it took the two old men to puff out their cigarettes, the puddle had already dried up.
Fish are being caught in the water.
When Old Mo saw this, he was somewhat surprised: "Hey, not bad luck, looks like we'll get something out of this."
Wu An and A Qing immediately went into the water pit.
Old Fu threw down his cigarette and followed him downstairs.
Old Mo was surprised: "Why did you go down there too?"
"So I was wrong to advise you earlier. You didn't come to stop the children from playing in the puddle, but to help them."
"You old man are quite something, actually playing with the kids."
Before Old Fu could reply, A Qing couldn't help but shout, "Old man, what are you saying? We're not here to play around, we're here to make money in this puddle."
Old Mo smiled but didn't reply to Aqing.
Why would he take what a young person says seriously?
Old Fu said, "Your face doesn't have many wrinkles, so you must be younger than me. I'll take the liberty of calling you 'brother'."
“These two are not my grandsons. Actually, I am a recipient of the Five Guarantees (a government welfare program for the elderly and disabled), and I have no children.”
"And, to be honest, I'm currently working."
Old Mo was even more bewildered.
"work to earn a living?"
"Yes, this is my boss. I'm just an old fisherman. I do whatever the boat owner tells me to do, as long as it's to make money."
"Can this make money?"
"Well... it depends on luck."
Old Mo looked at Wu An. This young man looked ordinary, but what he did was so puzzling. He even hired employees for a small pond.
Are you kidding me!
How much money can you make in Panshuikeng? Is the salary enough?
He had a bold idea in his mind: could this young man be doing good deeds in this way, supporting the elderly by giving them wages?
Wu An didn't have time to chat with the strange old man; he'd rather catch a few more fish.
but.
There aren't many fish in this puddle.
I caught a few black sea bream, they weren't very valuable or very big.
There were mostly shrimp and crabs.
It's better than the previous puddle. There are fewer stone crabs and more flower crabs. I even caught two blue crabs, both of them quite big, and threw them directly into the bucket.
"No, that's not enough."
"This catch is far from enough to justify wasting twenty points of luck!"
"There must be more large cargoes that haven't been discovered yet in the pit."
Wu An muttered to himself, glancing at Wu An and Old Fu. The two were engrossed in catching fish and shrimp, but neither of them seemed particularly excited, indicating that they hadn't found anything valuable.
He looked away and shifted his feet.
After taking a few steps, I turned my gaze to a rock in a small puddle.
I gave it a push.
The reef can be pushed.
He noticed that the water in the puddle was sloshing violently, unlike what he expected from pushing against the rocks.
There's something good under the rocks!
He reached under the rocks in the puddle and did find one, but it was too slippery, and before he could grab it, his hand was empty.
I touched it a couple more times, but didn't find anything.
He panicked.
I moved the stone a bit; I managed to move it, but not too much.
He called out to Aqing, "Come help me move a stone."
Aqing waded through the water to come over.
The two of them worked together to move the stone.
The water surface rippled, and fish were splashing.
Wu An reached out with both hands to grab it, and as soon as he brought his hands together, he caught it perfectly. With a "splash," he lifted his hands out of the water, and the fish in his palms splashed even more violently.
The fish wasn't very big.
It hit hard; Wu An felt a slight pain in his palm.
On the edge of the pit.
Old Mo, with his flowing white beard, stared wide-eyed at the fish Wu An was holding in his hands: "Holy crap, how come there's a fish in the pit!"
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