After Ye Zhiqiu took a cigarette break, Ye Wubing had already found the earthworms. He ran back and shouted, asking him to go fishing for eels.
One man carried a wooden bucket and a short rod with a fishing line wrapped around a wooden stick, and followed Ye Wubing to the edge of a rice field. The two began to look for eel holes.
This thing is easy to identify. The smoother the hole, the more likely it is that eels often appear! Find a suitable hole and slowly lower the hook with the earthworm into the hole.
Be very slow when putting it down, because if you put it down too quickly, it will scare the eel and it will not bite the hook.
Moreover, after the eel is bitten by the hook, you cannot lift it up immediately. You have to wait for a while until the eel bites the hook tightly. Then you can lift it up after the hook pierces into the flesh.
If you don't catch anything in one try, just give up and change to another hole. If you miss once, the eel won't bite the hook again, so there's no point in wasting time.
"Brother, I'm hit!"
Ye Wubing was so excited that he exclaimed in surprise. Ye Zhiqiu turned around and saw him lifting a yellow eel weighing half a tael, removing the hook and putting it into the wooden barrel, all in one smooth motion!
He was about to speak when his hand suddenly stopped. The eel had taken the bait! He waited patiently for a moment, then raised the small wooden pole and successfully pulled out an eel weighing a little over half a catty.
It was a quick catch, even if it was a tiny one, but a mosquito is still meat! He happily pinched the eel's mouth, removed the hook, and successfully threw it into the bucket.
I kept fishing until five o'clock. I estimated that I could catch dozens of eels, at least five or six kilograms, in the whole afternoon.
The harvest was quite good. The two of them carried the buckets back home and placed a dozen or so of the larger ones in the basin. Then they placed the two buckets in the saddle basket. Ye Zhiqiu also brought a scale and some newspapers in case of emergency.
Ye Zhiqiu set off in a hurry. He didn't intend to keep this thing in his space. Instead, he planned to go to the Tianqiao Pigeon Market to see if he could sell it and what the price would be.
If the price is right, you can raise more of them in the space. Catch a batch of them and let them reproduce on their own.
There are many Pigeon Markets. In fact, the Pigeon Market on Tianqiao is the closest one to Sanlitun, which is only half an hour's ride away.
The closest pigeon market to Nanluoguxiang was the one at Longfu Temple, while the Dongxiao Market at Chongwenmen was two kilometers further away, so Ye Zhiqiu chose to sell his pigeons at the Tianqiao Pigeon Market.
The main reason is that there are more shops here, and relatively speaking, there are more people who know the goods and can sell them at a better price.
Thirty-five minutes later, Ye Zhiqiu arrived at Tianqiao Pigeon Market. The time at this time should be around 5:40 in the afternoon.
He found a suitable place, parked his bicycle, and put down the eels in two wooden buckets.
Just as I turned around to pick up the scale, a voice rang out.
"Wow! Man, your eel is really good!"
Ye Zhiqiu turned around with the scale and saw the person who was talking, but he was stunned.
Because the person who spoke was actually He Yuzhu!!!
His head was buzzing. Sha Zhu appeared? Wasn't he a character from a TV series?
He looked at Sha Zhu, who was squatting down to look at the eel. This guy was born in 1935, so he should be only 23 years old now. Although he looked old, he was not as greasy as he was in the TV series.
"Hey, buddy, I'm asking you how much do eels cost? What are you staring at?"
Ye Zhiqiu came back to his senses and quickly replied, "Brother, I can tell you're a particular person! To be honest, this is my first time selling this thing, and I really don't know what the price should be! Why don't you give me a price?"
He Yuzhu grinned and replied happily, "Brother, you have good taste! I'm the chef at the steel mill. We buy this stuff for 1.2 yuan per pound. I'm sure I'll make a profit by selling it for you, so I'll buy it all for 1 yuan. What do you think?"
Ye Zhiqiu hadn't expected to be able to sell it at this price, so he nodded and said, "Brother, you are a picky person, so we can't be picky either. Let's take this price! Do you have anything to put up?"
He Yuzhu was very happy. He took out a cloth bag and replied cheerfully, "Of course, men in Beijing must be particular about what they do! I brought a bag myself. You can put the things in and weigh them."
Ye Zhiqiu smiled and nodded. After taking the bag, he quickly put the eel into the bag and weighed it.
"Look, big brother! It's four pounds and six ounces! I'll charge you four dollars and fifty cents. The extra will be deducted from the weight of the bag. Is that okay with you?"
"Alright! Brother, you're a real stickler. Next time you have this stuff, you can send it to the 95th courtyard in Nanluoguxiang. My name is He Yuzhu, and I live in the main house in the middle courtyard. It's much safer to send it to me than to have you sell it here!"
"Okay then, next time I have this thing, I'll send it to you, Brother He!"
After a few pleasantries, I watched He Yuzhu happily leave with the bag. I guess he was happy because he made a profit from the price difference!
Ye Zhiqiu really wanted to find an opportunity to go and take a look, because this is the Manqin Courtyard!
I just don't know if there's anyone in this world who would mess up or hook up with Widow Qin...
Eh? No, I'm not a widow yet!
Ye Zhiqiu wasn't interested at all. What was so interesting about the people here? With his looks, body, and wealth, why did he have to look for something like this...
After pouring out the water in the bucket and putting it back into the basket, Ye Zhiqiu did not rush home, but went for a walk.
Pigeons come in many price ranges, with ornamental ones ranging from a few yuan to over ten yuan, and particularly beautiful ones fetching tens of yuan. Racing pigeons start at twenty yuan, with no upper limit on price.
But some pigeons that are not good-looking and not suitable for eating are sold for one yuan each.
So Ye Zhiqiu directly bought twenty of them. Faced with such a large order, the stall owner happily gave him two bamboo cages.
After paying, he turned the bucket over before he could put the pigeon cage into the pannier.
After buying the things, there was nothing good left, so Ye Zhiqiu started riding his bike back to Sanlitun.
It was the time when people were getting off work, and there were many people and bicycles on the road, so I didn't ride very fast. When I got back to Sanlitun Street, it was probably half past six.
The pigeons had been collected in the space at the deserted section of the road. He didn't buy them to eat, but to keep them to enrich the space.
He went to the grocery store and spent one dollar and fifty cents to buy five bottles of Arctic Ocean soda. Then he turned around and rode back home.
Once you promise something, you must do it. Ye Zhiqiu considers himself a man of his word.
For example, he had said in his heart that he would send He Dingjun and Li Laifu to travel through time, and he did it!
As for whether they can travel through time after they die, that has nothing to do with me!
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