Chapter 2300 - 1915: Want a Few Fortunes Told?

Chapter 2300: Chapter 1915: Want a Few Fortunes Told?

Even though the sky was dark and it was hard to see who else was on the boat, he stubbornly lifted a big grass carp from the bucket: "Look! It should weigh about seven or eight pounds!"

Chen Xi steered the boat closer and said to Zhang Yanping at this moment, "This fish was just caught by Uncle, and since he caught it, the others still want to fish for a while longer, so let him head back first."

"Yes, yes indeed." Song Sancheng also exclaimed excitedly.

He had to admit, since last year, he hadn’t caught such a catch at home!

It’s just that he’s still not quite familiar with posting on Moments, or else he would’ve posted it seven or eight times by now.

But it’s okay, when he gets back, he’ll ask about it, he’ll post on Douyin, on Moments, and in the group!

In short, he wants everyone to know he caught a big fish.

Yet the fish was strong and struggled fiercely... Barely having spoken a few words, he suddenly heard a heart-wrenching cat’s meow, a string of "meow meow meow" from the shore.

It turned out the tabby cat had come to the water’s edge at some point, and now, from a distance, it was staring intently at the struggling fish, its voice urgent and fierce.

Seeing it, Song Sancheng immediately remembered the embarrassment he suffered last time.

But it didn’t matter, now he lifted the fish high up, "Mimi! Want to eat or not? Come on, Mimi!"

"Meow!"

The tabby brother cursed even more harshly.

It teetered back and forth on the shore, almost frantic. It was only then that Song Sancheng turned his gaze to the two fishermen standing silent nearby.

He glanced at their fish holders, which were certainly not in the same class as his red bucket—once Da Wang’s water bucket.

Feeling a bit cocky, he enthusiastically asked, "You guys, your fish holders look really upscale! Where did you buy them, and how much do they cost?"

He wanted to buy one too.

Yes, he had to buy one, otherwise, if he caught more fish, it wouldn’t feel right to keep using a bucket!

Moreover, Wu Lan was about to go on a road trip; what’s the big deal if he buys a bucket?

Little did he know it was better not to ask, as soon as he did, the two’s gaze returned to his red bucket.

Just then, the younger one spoke blandly, "Old buddy, mine is a certain brand, but I don’t recommend buying it, its color isn’t very lucky. I plan to switch to another brand next time, red."

The other also said, "Mine is not very lucky either, we deal with things in the water every day, and having something a little festive in red would be more suitable."

Song Sancheng suddenly felt embarrassed.

Turns out city folks who fish upscale are so particular! Indeed, thinking about it, it makes sense; he’ll check it out on the Douyin mall tonight.

The big grass carp had already excited the fishermen, so Zhang Yanping had to spend more than half an hour to persuade them all back.

Now, watching everyone return to the inn, he was relieved and posted a notice in the group:

[Brothers and sisters, fishing on rainy days does seem to yield bigger fish (attached photo of the big grass carp caught by Song Sancheng), but safety comes first, let’s try not to choose days with non-stop rain in the future.]

Wow, that fish photo immediately stirred up the group:

[Did you really catch it? Didn’t you say a few dozen people went? And there’s only this one? Where’s the rest?]

Zhang Yanping quickly replied:

[I haven’t dared ask the other folks about their catch yet, everyone got soaked in the rain, I let them go back and tidy up, the fish holders are still here.]

This stirred up a string of chatter: [If it’s just one, I reckon there mustn’t be much of a result, or else the group wouldn’t have been quiet all afternoon.]

[Is it possible there’s no fish in the river at all?]

[The fees are so expensive, and there’s mandatory spending, you must book a room there.]

[What’s the deal with returning fish?]

[They don’t return fish here, whatever you catch is yours, returning fish would be a huge loss.]

[Such delicious fish, catching one to bring home would bring praise from the whole family! With the wife’s good mood, maybe you’ll get permission to buy an extra fishing rod.]

[This is getting absurd. Every time I fish, my wife gives me the cold shoulder, she even tells me not to bring the fish home.]

[Buddy, it’s hard to explain, but you’ll understand once you come fish here.]

[True, it’s tough to catch, but it’s really tasty, absolutely worth it.]

The chatter went on and on until finally, one of the fishermen came downstairs after tidying up, and Zhang Yanping quickly pointed to the pile of fish holders in the corner: "Bro, how did we do today?"

The man glanced at her, with no joy or sorrow in his expression, but he promptly displayed his catch.

Once opened, wow!

Zhang Yanping was amazed: 6 crucian carps!

Although each was only about two to three ounces, was the trip worth it or not!

Before he could speak, the man, filled with satisfaction, took a bunch of photos and even complained about the lighting, asking Zhang Yanping to shine a flashlight from the side.

In short, the previously tense and serious expression finally showed a hint of pride:

"I’ll extend my stay for one more day, I’m not leaving tomorrow. Take care of these fish in a big tank for me, so I can fish one more day and hopefully get ten or twenty, to share with family and friends when I go back."

Zhang Yanping immediately understood.

Sharing the fish wasn’t the goal—honestly, with fish this tasty, who would want to share?

The goal was to let everyone know his trip wasn’t in vain!

...

At the Fairy Tale Inn, Lun Jing was once again watching TV when she turned to see the fisherman coming in all soaking wet, and she quickly offered a polite smile:

"Oh dear, you’re back! There are extra dry towels in the room’s cabinet, feel free to take what you need."

Then she asked, "Had a good catch today?"

The man gazed at her with a look of melancholy, turned his head to look at the empty couch in the lobby,

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"Where’s that Daoist Master? Did he give a few calculations every day?"