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It was just dawn the next day and the big rooster at home had just crowed, so He Fan got up early.
"Xiao Fan, why are you up so early?"
He Weihai didn¡¯t eat either. He packed a few steamed buns in plastic bags and prepared to go up the mountain with the shovel. Although we are worried about excessive accumulation of rainwater on the mountain, some places still need to be dredged.
He Fan rubbed his head. He planted several potted plants yesterday, and his dizziness was finally reduced a lot.
"Isn't it possible to fish in the village's reservoir these two days? I'm going to catch some fish and have fish soup at noon."
There is a large reservoir to the west of Qinghe Village. Fishing is not allowed on weekdays. However, these days, some people from the city come to fish in groups. In order to make everyone feel lively, the village chief also allows fishing.
The old reservoir has everything in it. Every year some fishing enthusiasts come here to fish.
¡°These idlers are all wealthy owners and spend a lot of money. They not only pay fishing fees, but also buy some village products, such as fruits, delicacies, game, etc. They never bargain, allowing the villagers to make a lot of money.
"Well, come back early for lunch."
He Weihai nodded. His son was about to graduate from college and had not found a suitable job. He knew that he was in a bad mood and wanted to go out for fun, so he didn't say much.
He Fan simply ate something, picked up the fishing rod and the bucket and went out.
"Woof woof woof!"
The big yellow dog followed up, wagging its tail, bouncing around like a fool. He Fan couldn't stand the series of dog-like coquettishness and kicked him aside.
Walking on the country road, He Fan saw that many villagers in Qinghe Village were already busy in the fields.
There was such a heavy rain the day before yesterday, and it rained again last night. If it is not dredged in time, the crops may be waterlogged to death.
Soon, when he walked to the reservoir west of the village, He Fan found that there were already more than a dozen people fishing here, old and young, and most of them were strangers.
"Second Grandpa." He Fan saw the old village chief standing by the reservoir holding up a pipe and puffing away smoke, so he stepped forward and said hello.
"Oh, Erfan." The old village chief was wearing a starched white tunic suit, with gray hair, and wrinkles on his face like dry tree bark. His mouth opened, revealing incomplete and yellowed teeth.
Glancing at the bucket held by He Fan, the old village chief smiled and said, "Fishing well, they will collect the good fish you catch, and it will make our Qinghe Village Reservoir famous."
A few years ago, a fishing enthusiast caught an old turtle here that had lived for a thousand years, and it made the news. After that, several groups of people came here to fish every year. The old village chief took the opportunity to collect admission fees to supplement the village's expenses. Spend.
In one year, several groups of people can earn tens of thousands of dollars.
The reservoir is an old reservoir, and there are all kinds of fish in it. In fact, it is an old lake, and it is normal for there to be some old turtles and big fish in it.
He Fan carried the bucket, found a suitable fishing spot, and took fish food as bait. He originally wanted to dig up earthworms, but he had some dough at home, so he mixed it with some lard.
Fishing in the village is very casual.
¡°For example, the fishing rod in He Fan¡¯s hand is made from bamboo cut from the mountains. It is tied with a lead weight, a float, and a transparent fishing line. It doesn¡¯t cost a dime.
"Brother, are you a local?"
A young man sitting next to him in high-end clothes looked at He Fan's simple equipment with great interest and almost laughed out loud.
This thing can also be used for fishing?
He Fan smiled, nodded, and glanced at the bucket next to the young man. There was no fish in it. It must have been there not long ago and it hasn't opened yet.
Seeing that He Fan obviously had no intention of talking, the young man ignored him and continued to stare at his fishing rod.
When fishing, He Fan could see many blue light spots floating in the reservoir as soon as he concentrated.
When some small blue light spots occasionally touch his body, they will penetrate into his body and make He Fan feel very comfortable.
¡° Moreover, these blue light spots obviously prefer to be close to themselves, gather more around themselves, and constantly integrate into their bodies. Others do not seem to have this treatment.
After fishing for a while, He Fan discovered that some fish would also chase the blue light spots floating in the water. Once they chased them, they would immediately swallow them. Most people could not see them, but he could see them clearly.
¡°Could it be said that fish also like these light spots?
He Fan had an idea, took a piece of fish food, condensed dozens of blue light dots with his thoughts, integrated them into the dough, then hung them on the fishhook and threw them into the water.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?"This is my homemade fish food. It's just a small piece. You can share it among yourself."
The fish food in He Fan's hand was also mixed with many small blue light spots, so the effect was naturally the same. He generously handed it to the old man who spoke first.
"Woof woof woof!" The big yellow dog was very interested in the bucket of fish that He Fan was carrying. His tail was wagging rapidly. From time to time, he stretched his head to look inside, probably thinking about which one to eat for lunch.
When the old village chief saw He Fan carrying a bucket of fish, he opened his mouth wide in shock. How long had he been here and he had caught so many fish?
¡°Second Grandpa, please stop cooking at noon. I¡¯ll ask my mother to stew a few more fishes, and I¡¯ll send one to you later.¡±
"Oh, oh okay, okay"
Until He Fan walked away, the old village chief didn't react. When did the old fish in the reservoir become so easy to catch?
The breeze blew gently, and the tall poplar trees on the roadside rustled.
"Get away!" He Fan was feeling happy while holding the bucket. If he had the chance to go fishing in the sea, wouldn't that be the rhythm of shark fishing?
"Woof woof woof!"
The big yellow dog was scurrying back and forth, and from time to time it would come back and put its head into the bucket to take a look at the fish stuffed inside, which made it salivate.
After being kicked a few times, the bitch finally ran away from its unfriendly little master. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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