Cataclysm: Baoyou, This Is Not A Good Deal

"Oh tui!"

Zhang Xibao spat at Curry in the green corner.

"You said I was so provocative, why didn't this dragon carp show up?"

"It shows a small head, so I can see how big it is, so I can prepare myself mentally."

Zhang Xibao was talking to himself, but he was actually communicating with Chinchilla.

"How about I throw two more stones?"

Zhang Xibao picked up the stones and threw two of them, but found that it was useless.

Young people like to play the most. It was originally throwing stones, but throwing them turned into a waste of time.

Zhang Xibao began to look for flaky stones to float in the Lujiao Reservoir.

He found a good angle and swished out the stone slab. The stone slab galloped away against the water surface, splashing continuously on the calm water surface, making more than twenty sprays before falling into the water.

"Hey, this one isn't floating enough, let's have another one!"

Zhang Xibao picked up another stone, found a good angle, and threw it with all his might.

clap clap clap...

The stone kept bouncing along the surface of the water, and rushed obliquely into the distance, jumping more than fifty times!

Now Zhang Xibao, throwing a stone is like firing a bullet, full of power!

"Hey, boy, don't throw stones into the reservoir, I just made a nest near here yesterday!"

A heart-piercing call came from a distance: "My nest!"

Zhang Xibao turned his head and saw an old man carrying fishing gear rushing towards him like a rocket.

The fishing gear on the fishing brother's back was heavy, but he ran over as fast as he could to stop Zhang Xibao from throwing stones into the water.

"You young man, why are you so damaged, I finally beat the nest to be destroyed by you!"

The fisherman wiped the sweat off his brow and questioned out of breath.

Zhang Xibao looked him up and down, he was a decadent man in his forties, with rough skin, unshaven beard, and hair sticking to his scalp like felt.

God horse is called a professional?

This is called professionalism, the more untidy you are, the more likely you are a big fisherman!

The fisherman looked very professional, so Zhang Xibao judged that he didn't seem to be extorting people, but that he really blew up other people's nests.

"I'm sorry, brother, I didn't know you made a nest here, I just scratched my hands a few times."

Since he was at fault first, Zhang Xibao confessed his guilt generously.

"Hey, forget it, forget it, after all, you don't know either."

The fisherman looked at the green reservoir and muttered to himself, "Anyway, it's likely to be the Air Force again tonight."

Unexpectedly, Brother Fishing is quite easy to talk to. Zhang Xibao became interested in talking, and asked curiously: "Brother, it's getting late, why are you here to fish now?"

The fishing brother took a look at Zhang Xibao and found that Zhang Xibao was not a fishing friend, so he lowered his head and packed his fishing gear while answering: "What do you know, the more night it is, the more courageous this fish is, and it is easy to bite!"

"So it's a good night for fishing..."

Zhang Xibao silently memorized this knowledge, maybe the dragon carp's habits are also the same.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Xibao decided to ask the professional fishing brother in front of him how to fish, so that he would be more confident in dealing with dragon carp in the future.

Zhang Xibao looked at it calmly, and the fisherman opened the big box he was carrying with him, and took out a pole that was as thick as a wrist.

"Hey, shit, brother, are you going to catch a shark?"

Usually fishermen hold poles that are long or short, thick or thin, but I have never seen a guy with such a thick wrist! This is a bit beyond Zhang Xibao's cognition.

Regardless of the startled Zhang Xibao, the fisherman continued to fiddle with tools.

He took out three long steel nails and a set of pulleys from the toolbox, and drove them through the three holes in the bluestone slab under his feet, forming a strange fishing device.

Seeing the holes already drilled on the bluestone slab under his feet, Zhang Xibao was even more sure that this site belonged to the old fishing man in front of him.

The device of the fishing brother is very strange. It is composed of a tripod, a pulley and a lever. As long as a small force is applied to it, it can lift heavy objects.

A strange thought suddenly popped up in Zhang Xibao's mind, this old fishing brother is not going to catch dragon carp, is he?

The Chinchilla said that this strange beast was well hidden, no one knew it was hiding here, could it be that the wind leaked it?

Zhang Xibao continued to look at it calmly.

The fishing brother has set up his fishing rod and started to play with his bait.

The bait is a lot of conch meat the size of a fist. This old man really spends money. It is estimated that a conch of this size in the market will cost 30 yuan each. He made a full half a barrel.

Zhang Xibao watched the old fisherman playing with fishing gear and bait, and after a while a group of onlookers gathered around, all smiling and watching the old fisherman play with it.

An old man watching the fun asked: "Crazy Saner, are you here to catch big fish again?"

The old fishing man named Crazy San'er didn't respond, he just lowered his head and fiddled with tools and bait.

Others also began to boo loudly: "Crazy Saner, your wife has escaped!"

Only then did Crazy San'er widen his eyes, and retorted to the man: "What nonsense?"

"What nonsense? I just saw your wife leaving your house with the child the day before yesterday."

Crazy San'er blushed, the veins on his forehead popped up, and he said in a whisper: "Go back to your mother's house, how can you tell me to run away when you go back to your mother's house?"

Everyone laughed, and the air on the shore was filled with joy.

Through the mouths of everyone, Zhang Xibao knew that this fishing brother was crazy about fishing.

"I don't want women, I don't care about dolls, and I'm shouting all day that there are big ones and big ones, isn't this fishing crazy?" The old man on the shore shook his head and muttered.

"Maybe there really are big fish?" Zhang Xibao explained for Crazy San'er.

Everyone looked at Zhang Xibao, a new spectator who was young, and retorted: "How is that possible!"

"This crazy man has been fishing here for three years, and he hasn't caught it once!"

"The water in the Green Cape Reservoir has been raised three meters high by him!"

"There used to be quite a few big herrings over one meter in the water curry, but the water quality may have deteriorated later, and there are no big fish for a long time!"

"Wouldn't it be nice to buy food for the mother-in-law and doll with the money I spent on fishing bait?"

"Oh, poor people must have something to hate!"

After watching the excitement for a while, the crowd dispersed, leaving only Zhang Xibao standing on the slope watching the old fishing brother busy.

Only Zhang Xibao knows that what the fisherman said is true, this green horn water Curry is really big!

Crazy San'er couldn't catch fish for three years because the bait was wrong. The big herring in the Green Cape Reservoir was missing not because of the water quality, but because they were all eaten by dragon carps!

A poor person must have something to hate, and a hateful person must also have something to be pitiful about. What this crazy boy must have experienced three years ago, he is already stunned!

"Why don't you leave?" Crazy San'er looked back at Zhang Xibao.

Zhang Xibao didn't answer, but said quietly: "Maybe it's the wrong bait?"

"how is this possible!"

Being questioned by Zhang Xibao, a non-professional, I went crazy.

"I've tried scented bait, smelly bait, dry bait, and thin bait. Only the conch meat is effective, but I can't catch it!"

Zhang Xibao was speechless.

This water curry is not a big herring, this is a strange beast with dragon blood!

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