Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 175 - . Beat the roe deer with a stick and scoop fish

Chapter 175: 175. Beat the roe deer with a stick and scoop fish with a ladle_1

Chapter 175: 175. Beat the roe deer with a stick and scoop fish with a ladle_1

Song Tan was truly broadening her horizons.

However, she didn’t outright refuse but instead asked, “If someone catches like ten or eight jin of fish, you’d make a profit, but wouldn’t I be at a huge loss?”

How could that be possible?

Zhang Yanping claimed confidently, “How many fish can there be in this pond? It hasn’t been cleaned up for over a decade, right?”

“Besides, that’s a wild pond behind the hill. If there really were fish, they’d probably have been all caught by my uncle by now. I saw the new fishing rod he bought, it must have cost at least eight hundred yuan.”

Song Tan quickly lowered her voice, “Shh!”

“Keep it down, my dad hasn’t dared to show it till now, and if my mom asks, he says it was eighty.”

“So you see,” Zhang Yanping said with a world-weary face, “once a man gets married, he’s not even free to buy a fishing rod.”

“Talk as if you’ve got someone. A bachelor like you has no room to complain.”

“As for whether my pond has fish or not, you’ll see tomorrow morning when we check the traps.”

Zhang Yanping was indeed full of confidence.

He had heard from Song Sancheng that the pond behind the hill did have some crucian carp and the like, and he’d caught quite a few last winter.

But this pond…

If there really were any, why would his uncle resort to using a good rod, and still sit there half a day without catching a single one?

He muttered to himself about this matter, deciding to hurry over as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning.

But… Zhang Yanping, a night owl, only opened his eyes because he was woken by a man’s loud voice outside, and when he checked the time, it was only six o’clock in the morning!

However, during his time back home, he also noticed that the older people tended to wake up early.

In this respect, he really couldn’t compare as a young person.

The village houses weren’t soundproof, and he painfully covered his head.

But as the noise of voices grew, lying down became impossible and, sporting messy bed hair, he eventually got up.

It was still misty at six in the morning, the air was damp and cool, and numerous mischievous grey squirrels perched on the wall. Seeing him come out, they excitedly squeaked as if a giant panda had stepped out of the zoo.

Zhang Yanping: …

Before he could get mad and shoo them away, Song Tan also followed him out.

A pickup truck was parked outside the courtyard, where a lean man was standing and unloading things.

Even though they had both just woken up, the state they were in was starkly different. While Zhang Yanping was still bleary-eyed, Song Tan was already walking up warmly:

“Uncle, you came so early!”

He had, after all, made an appointment the day before to deliver the melon seedlings.

In the little shed in the yard, Seventh Uncle had already started cooking a big pot of porridge, finely chopped minced meat was set aside ready to be used, and another pot was cooking thick pancake.

The scent of the pastries mingled with the morning mist.

Seventh Uncle also came out with a smile, “Come on, no rush, sit down and have some breakfast.”

The man began to refuse, but when Seventh Uncle saw the oil in the pot was hot, he quickly stir-fried the minced meat with slices of ginger, chili, and minced garlic. The fragrant aroma instantly hit his nostrils, and he immediately covered his stomach:

“Well… I won’t be polite then.”

Countryside folk are instinctively hospitable. Song Tan looked at the robust fresh watermelon seedlings in the truck bed and smiled, “Look at you, our breakfast is simple. Don’t mind it.”

The man chuckled, “I figured, the sooner I deliver these seedlings, the sooner they can be planted. They stay fresh, and the sun isn’t too hot yet.”

“We’ve been up since before dawn.”

Indeed, these seedlings were so fresh and lively, they must have been prepared just this morning. What the owner said was not an exaggeration at all.

After all, making money is never easy for anyone.

Song Tan still remembered when she was a child, the village was big on mushroom farming, the collectors of mushrooms would wait at the town’s trading market at three in the morning, and those families who farmed mushrooms usually had to get up at midnight to pick them.

Because mushrooms mature quickly and get old just as quickly, if they were picked the night before, they would open up by the next morning, become overripe, and their price would drop.

It’s the same with delivering seedlings now.

Once the sun comes out, and the dew evaporates, the seedlings tend to wither, and the quality drops.

The watermelon seedlings that go for three mao five a piece, don’t expect them to come with a seedling cup, they are pulled out bare-root.

As they were discussing this, Seventh Uncle said, “Tantan, tell your parents and grandparents to come back for lunch, Dabao ran back home barking early this morning, and they followed him out.”

Song Tan’s expression turned serious. “Dabao is back?”

These dogs were very loyal to their duties, they’ve agreed to watch over a certain area and they rarely ever leave, and now suddenly he’d come back barking—

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She quickly went outside: “Uncle, have a sip of porridge first, and I’ll come back to settle the payment with you in a bit.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a family of four rounding the corner from the bamboo forest, each carrying a long fish trap, their laughter so loud the whole village could almost hear it.

“Tantan, what bait did you use yesterday? Look at this fish trap, it can’t fit anymore!”

And that was no lie.

On two long fish traps, each about three meters, apart from the rocks Song Tan put at the end for ease of placement and the foam boards at the front, there were no places without fish.

The entire traps, at every entrance, were crammed full of fish and shrimp.

Even through the green netting, one could see not only loaches and eels but also river shrimp, small fish… and even more outrageously, in one of the traps that Song Sancheng and Wu Lan were carrying, at the fist-sized entrance, there was a big, wiggling and wagging blackfish stuck.

Good heavens!

She’d lived in the village for so many years and had never seen a shrimp trap catch a blackfish before!

The husband and wife were having trouble carrying it and when they set the trap down on the ground, the fish inside kept flopping around!

Especially that big black fish, the force of its rolling made loud smacking sounds on the concrete floor, and one slap of its tail against someone could truly deliver a solid burst of pain!

The uncle who had just sat down to sell melon seedlings jumped up in shock:

“You guys can catch fish so easily?!”

This was a fish trap, not an electric net!

Zhang Yanping also hurried over, his face pale: “My new business…”

What more was there to say, it was obviously ruined.

If the fish traps can’t even contain them, what kind of pond is this? Clearly, it’s a lovely grass pond!

Beating roe deer and scooping fish out with a gourd, wild chickens flying into the cooking pot—but let’s forget the wild chickens, he’s on a second-level state payroll, he can’t compete.

In short, if he invited people over to fish, taking home thirty to fifty pounds a day… it wouldn’t matter if he made money or not, but Tantan would definitely be at a loss!

A venture halfway embarked upon, only to fail before completion, could be talking about nobody but himself…

Song Tan was also somewhat speechless.

Why were these fish so gluttonous?

In a place with clear mountains and rivers, where the pond hadn’t been managed by anyone for years, enjoying free life, and they go crazy at the sight of a little bit of Spiritual Energy!

Their foresight was just too shallow; they might as well be eaten!

She quite delightfully fetched a large basin: “Seventh Uncle, do you want to have fish for lunch?”

Seventh Uncle quickly took the fried minced meat and pickled vegetables off the stove and hurried over: “Let me see, let me see!”