Chapter 1595 - 1567: Abundance Year After Year_2

With over 50 guest rooms, it’s quite substantial. The urgent task is naturally to build its reputation. The nearest place to Anfield Village is Green County, and it takes more than two hours to get to Suton, which geographically imposes other limitations. Eve bit the end of her pen, racking her brains about what kind of gimmick would fastest spread the fame of Holiday Village.

She figured it out; Marcus Quinn is a laid-back person, and Uncle Spencer’s family basically just enjoys working cheerfully, leaving only her to worry about making money.

Eve spent the whole afternoon thinking, then heard the village kids outside cheering, "Fish catching, fish catching."

She changed into lighter long pants and a long-sleeved top, then came out to see almost everyone from the village gathering. Marcus Quinn held a big fishing net, Irving Spencer carried a fishing tool, and they all looked excited.

Marcus Quinn and Irving exchanged for fishing clothes and boots, looking like fishermen. A few men who remained in the village wore the same attire, then the group headed to the lake behind the village to fish.

"Eve, let’s sneak along too," Joy Zachary saw her son already hopping around following the village kids to watch the excitement, so she pulled Eve along.

"Are we really going to fish?" Eve also found it interesting.

"That’s right, the fish in this lake are fat, really fat and plentiful, and with few villagers and not many fishing, even the kids in the village catch a few pounds of carp casually," Aunt Spencer wiped her hands, no longer cooking, followed them to the lakeside, saying as she walked, "The old man stocked a lot of fish here years ago, and we haven’t really fished them all these years."

By evening, the tourists had mostly gone, leaving only a dozen villagers, mostly elderly and children, with fewer than ten able-bodied men. The rural folk are honest and straightforward, and whenever something happens, it’s a village-wide affair, so when Marcus Quinn goes fishing, all the village labor comes along.

The lake is huge, split into large and small sections, and this time they were fishing in the smaller section.

Eve followed Aunt Spencer and her daughter-in-law, standing by the lake, watching the village men wade into the shallow water. These men were all skilled swimmers, widening a specially designed fishing net, fixing it up, down, left, and right, and starting to chant slogans to haul the net, while only fathers, daughters, children, and elders were left onshore.

Uncle Spencer was sitting in the fishing boat, directing and helping everyone as they pulled the net, chanting encouraging slogans, pulling from one end of the lake to the other. Since the lake water wasn’t drained, its level was high, but Marcus Quinn wasn’t trying to fish out all of the lake’s fish. It was just a casual catch to see the fish’s yield in the lake, and future fishing would need equipment assistance.

After half an hour of fishing, when the net was pulled up, there was a sight of a net full of fish—big fish, small fish, black fish, carp, mandarin fish, pomfret, and even some golden-headed fish.

Nearly ten able-bodied men pulled the heavy net, panting and slogging through the mud, shouting, hauling the net desperately onto the shore.

Eve waited at the shoreline, seeing Marcus Quinn with taut muscles, soaked, with a sharp gaze like a wolf. His strength matched five or six able-bodied men, firmly pulling the net and bringing it up first.

The village children and elderly excitedly gathered around, the people who went into the lake were exhausted, Uncle Spencer quickly got off the fishing boat and shouted for everyone to bring the buckets to store the fish.

The buckets were filled with water, Eve excitedly carried a bucket over to store the fish. This was the first time she reached out to touch living fish, didn’t mind getting dirty, catching fish one by one into the bucket, not caring about getting splashed all over.

Over the past months, she tried things she’d never done before in her twenty-plus years, picking fruits, catching fish, finding eels, designing Holiday Village, running wildly in the fields, and she was happy every day.

"This is dirty, Eve, don’t handle it, I’ll catch the fish," Aunt Spencer laughed seeing her having fun, splashed all over.

"This is fun," Eve laughed as she caught a fat fish, surprised, "There’s actually a fish with a golden head? Marcus, do you recognize what kind of fish this is?"

Eve held the fish and ran over to Marcus Quinn. Covered in mud and water, only his eyes were bright and sharp. Seeing Eve run over, he wore a bright smile, his gaze deep, looking at her hand-held fish for a few seconds before saying, "This fish, I don’t recognize it either."

"There are quite a few golden fish here, let’s put them in a separate bucket," Uncle Spencer also came to look, couldn’t recognize it, and none of the villagers had seen it before.

So everyone worked together to separate the fish, with great teamwork they filled buckets with fish. There were so many fish they didn’t have any small ones, the smallest fish were three to four pounds heavy. Initially, Marcus planned to release small fish back, but that wasn’t necessary now.

Everyone carried the fish and the net together to the truck and loaded the buckets onto it, heading back to the village.

The truck drove directly to the village’s canteen; they unloaded the fishing net, then put all the fish into large water tanks in the canteen, filling them to the brim, and just from one catch, there were thousands of pounds of fish.

Marcus Quinn had agreed with Uncle Spencer’s family beforehand that each household helping would be given two buckets of fish. Seeing how many fish there were, they temporarily added another bucket, so the sixteen families left in the village each got three large buckets of fish, totaling around 200 pounds, with so many fish that one person couldn’t lift a bucket alone, so everyone went home to get rods to carry the load.

Every household happily carried the fish home, those with wells put them in to chill with water, then took fish to relatives in Green County.

After the villagers left, Uncle Spencer’s family felt both happy and worried—the fish were too abundant.