Happy Tycoon

"Master, thank you so much. If you hadn't told me such a place, I don't know how long it will take to find such a suitable location." For this kind of help, Yang Jing would naturally not be mean and respectful. The word.

The old man smiled and waved his hand and said: "My old man is fifty-nine this year, but I have lived on this big river for fifty-six years! When I was three years old, I followed my father on the boat, and I started helping when I was six. The family fisher can be said to have lived on this big river all their lives. Even if the previous dam was built more than 20 years ago and the water began to be stored here, I have lived on this reservoir for more than 20 years. Naturally, I am familiar with every inch of this place. It’s not my old man. If you want to find a place here, there is nothing my old man doesn’t know. Whether it’s above the water or below the water."

The old man said that he was extremely confident, like a carpenter who lived to Master Luban and programming to Brother Gates. Obviously, the old man is really familiar with this place.

The little guy next to him also shouted: "And me! I go on a boat with my grandpa every week on vacation, and I am familiar with it too!"

The old man touched the little guy's head affectionately, smiled and did not refute, obviously he loved the grandson very much.

Hearing what the two fathers and sons said, Yang Jing's heart moved, and then he said: "Master, can you sell the carp kidnapper you came up with?"

"Sell, if we don't sell it, we can't bear to keep it for ourselves, this thing is now more than a hundred a catty!" The old man was taken aback, and then a smile appeared on his face. Fishing here all day long, of course he understands what the young man in front of him means.

Authentic yellow river carp is basically unavailable on the market now. There are fishmongers in their area to collect fish every day. As long as there are authentic yellow river carp, the purchase price has reached 160 kilograms. How much money these fishmongers are going to sell, then the old man can't know.

Of course, if you happen to catch the Yellow River carp, and you happen to encounter tourists, then the old man will sell it to tourists at the price purchased by the fishmonger. It's all the same money, so whoever sells it is not for sale.

"What? Do you want to buy?" The old man asked with a smile.

Yang Jing nodded and said, "My family is from Shandong Province. When I was a child, I ate Yellow River carp once in Qihe on the bank of the Yellow River. Later, I never ate authentic Yellow River carp. So I saw you hit three. Liguaizi, I'm so greedy here."

The old man laughed loudly, "Young man, now the price of those fishmongers who are collecting carp is one hundred and sixty-one jin. I don’t want to ask you more, so I just pay at this price. I have three, one for five. Half a catty, one is seven catties and four taels, one is a little more than ten catties, and you can count as ten catties. Which one do you want? Or do you want them all?"

Yang Jing leaned the boat on the old man’s fishing boat, and thought for a while and said, “Master, I buy the fish and eat it myself. I can’t eat the too big one.”

The old man nodded and said, "Well, that's true. In fact, the bigger the carp, the better it tastes. The best carp is the size between three catties and five catties. You can buy this small one, this fish. Five and a half catties, eight hundred and eight."

"Yeah, this number is auspicious, but I don't have any change here, old man, such a good fish, I will give you a round! Perfect is not bad, what do you think?" Yang Jing said as he took it out. From the wallet, ten red-colored grandfather Mao pointed out and handed them over.

"Oh, how did this happen? My old man can't charge you more! Wait, I'll find it for you."

"Forget it, sir, it’s not easy for your father and son. It’s so cold to come out to fish. Besides, the price is already very cheap. This is an authentic yellow river carp, which you can’t buy if you have money outside. I know this. So, you don’t care about this money anymore. I’ve got it all. And I’ll have to stay here for a long time, or you can give me a bucket and a net bag. I put the fish in, at least I can't die."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled: "Middle, just do as you said. I have an extra bucket here for you. You fill a half bucket of water and put this carp in a net bag and then put it in a bucket. , I will keep you fine for a long time."

As the old man said, he picked up a plastic bucket with a diameter of forty centimeters, bent over and scooped half a bucket of water in the lake, and then fished out the still alive yellow river carp from the water tank and brought it directly with the net bag. Threw it into the bucket.

The half bucket of water and the fish weighed more than 30 kilograms or nearly forty kilograms, but the old man carried the bucket with ease, just like lifting five or six kilograms.

Yang Jing took the bucket with one hand, and put a thumbing up in the other hand and said, "Master, your strength is really great. I think few young people can match your strength. of."

The old man smiled proudly, "What you said is pretty good. My old man fished all day long. When there were a lot of fish, the net was worth a hundred or eighty catties. I only managed it by myself. This strength has long been trained. Yeah."

Seeing Yang Jing put the bucket in the corner of the speedboat, the old man said again: "You'd better put something heavy on the cover. These wild carp is so strong that even with a net bag, it flutters in the bucket. It can also splash a lot of water. So, you'd better add something heavy."

Yang Jing nodded and put his waterproof backpack directly on it.

Even a transaction is completed like this. But from the perspective of the scene, the empty lake in the early morning, a hand-cranked fishing boat and a speedboat, if viewed from a distance, this scene looks like the scene of smugglers joining in the movie.

Yang Jing took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two, one of which was handed to the old man. He saw the old man smoking a dry cigarette just now, so he knew that the old man smoked.

The old man smiled and took his eyes, glanced at the cigarette label under the cigarette holder, and said in surprise: "Oh, it's Golden Leaf Tianye! This is a good cigarette, a box of 100 yuan, right?"

Yang Jing nodded, the old man happily took out the disposable lighter and lit the cigarette, and took a deep sip, "Oh, the taste is very mellow, but it's boring."

Yang Jing smiled and said, "Master, what you smoke is dry tobacco. This cigarette is not as strong as your dry tobacco."

The old man shook his head with a wry smile.

Yang Jing also took a cigarette, and then asked, "Master, since you are so familiar with this neighborhood, do you know what I want to ask you about?"

"Let's say, as long as it is near here, there is no place that my old man doesn't know."

"Well, old man, I want to ask you, do you know that there is a Taoist temple called Yuechengguan near here?"

"Yuechengguan?" The old man frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said: "No impression. I said young man, can you be sure that Taoist temple is called by this name?"

"Yes, it's by this name."

"That's not right. Counting those submerged by the water, there are a total of 17 Taoist temples within a hundred miles of this neighborhood. My old man has been there, but I have never heard of a Taoist temple called Yuechengguan."

When Yang Jing heard that the old man had even said the number of Taoist temples in a radius of one hundred miles, he knew that the old man did not speak nonsense. "Father, this Yuecheng Temple is an old name. I read it from an ancient book. During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, that Taoist Temple was called Yuecheng Temple."

"Sigh... Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms? That is not more than a thousand years ago? To say that there is indeed a thousand years of Taoism in Luoyang in the south or Wangwu Mountain in the north, but near here... The old man shook his head, "There is no Taoist temple that has been passed down for so long here. As for the water below, I have no impression. After all, this reservoir has been storing water for more than 20 years, and I can't remember some old things before. It's cleared."

"All right..." Yang Jing said disappointedly. Actually, Yang Jing didn’t have any hope of being able to find clues about Yuecheng View. From the painting, it can be seen that the Yuecheng View back then was really not a great view, nor was it in Luoyang City or Zhongnan Mountain. Wangwu Mountain is a large Taoist temple in Taoist mountains. It is difficult for such a small-scale Taoist temple to maintain a thousand-year heritage ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this time, the sun in the east has already jumped to the horizon because of the sun's rays. The mist on the lake has begun to dissipate quickly, and today it looks like a good weather again.

"Master, let's do it, the sun is out, and I will take a photo at the location you just mentioned. Master, thank you for this carp." Then, Yang Jing waved at the old man and the little Zhengtai. Twisting the throttle on the handle, I was about to speed up and leave here.

Xiao Zhengtai smiled and waved his hand and said, "Goodbye, uncle." The old man just waved his hand and did not speak, but his frown showed that the old man seemed to be thinking.

Yang Jing adjusted the bow, and just about to speed up, he heard the old man yelling from behind: "Young man, wait a minute!"

The old man's voice was very loud, and the sound of the engine did not cover the old man's voice.

Yang Jing relaxed the throttle **** in his hand and turned around to look at the old man in confusion.

The old man shook his hands twice before he got close to Yang Jing and said: "Young man, I just thought about it. I vaguely remember that there seems to be a small Taoist temple next to Songjia Village. It has a long history, but when I was young, At the time of the Fourth Old Age, the Taoist temple was smashed and the Taoist priests inside were also driven away. Later, the Taoist temple remained empty for several years. After it was reopened, the Taoist temple came and reopened. Taoist temple, but when the reservoir was impounding, this Taoist temple and Songjia Village were both under the water surface, so the Taoist temple was moved away again."

After a pause, the old man said with certainty: "Before the Songjia Village and the Taoist Temple were submerged, it was in the area where you can see Daimei Sixteen Peaks that I just told you."

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