At six o'clock the next morning, after Zhang Yang had breakfast, he packed the nest materials in his book bag and went to the river again.

Yesterday, Lao Zhao also caught a beautiful fish, and he will come again today. The friends in the group who ordered wine and rice are not coming to play, so they need Lao Zhao's help to take them back to the city.

Zhang Yang suddenly felt depressed when he experienced a series of stumbles yesterday!

Good guy, a total of 20 people came to the small migratory area. Needless to say, they all came after seeing their fish-protecting show yesterday.

Zhang Yang found Lao Zhao, counted the wine and rice, said hello and was about to leave.

"It's a nice day, why are you leaving so early? Why don't you get off the pole?" Lao Zhao asked in surprise.

"I have something to do in the morning. If you finish your work early, come here and you can have fun!"

"Okay, you go ahead! If your fishing is good, I will send you a fish catch report!"

"Thanks in advance! Withdraw Ang and you can play!"

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After leaving Wenhe River, Zhang Yang rode his bicycle and quickly returned home.

About an hour went by after going back and forth, taking stock of materials, and chatting. Zhang Yang looked at his watch and agreed to go to the factory to meet the job at eight o'clock, so he had plenty of time.

After saying hello to his mother, Zhang Yang rode his bike and headed towards the town. He had worked in the textile factory there for several years in his previous life, and Zhang Yang had a very clean family.

At 7:45, Zhang Yang arrived at the office of the workshop director responsible for recruiting workers fifteen minutes early.

It was here that Zhang Yang met again the security master who taught him fishing in his previous life, Li Cunyi.

Lao Li was Zhang Yang's uncle's comrade-in-arms. When he first met Zhang Yang, Li Cunyi had a very good attitude towards him.

It's just an apprenticeship, there's nothing special about it.

The workshop director gave a brief explanation in the office, and Lao Li took Zhang Yang out of the workshop.

There happened to be something wrong with a machine that needed to be repaired. Unlike some unscrupulous masters who exploit their apprentices, Lao Li was ready to start learning work with Zhang Yang, a "cheap" apprentice, on the first day.

Li Cunyi had no hidden thoughts, but Zhang Yang only wanted to go through the motions in his heart.

Zhang Yang originally gave himself an excuse before coming here that the noise was too loud and his head hurt. Unexpectedly, after staying in the workshop for less than an hour, his head actually started to buzz.

Just like some people get motion sickness when riding in a car, many people are not used to being in a noisy place like a textile workshop.

Zhang Yang didn't feel anything wrong when he first came here in his previous life, but this life is different. He just stayed with the master for more than half an hour, and his face turned pale and his forehead felt uncomfortable.

Originally, he was thinking of staying until get off work, but Zhang Yang only lasted less than an hour in the workshop before he suddenly vomited.

This vomiting was out of control and I vomited all my breakfast.

Now, the original excuse turned into reality. Even Li Cunyi called Uncle Zhang Yang. The noise was too loud and the child couldn't bear it, so he couldn't continue the security work!

Based on this actual situation, Zhang Yang failed to apply for a job today.

Zhang Yang said hello to the workshop director in the factory, then said hello to Li Cunyi, and rode his bicycle home in advance.

A few minutes later, Zhang Guofu, who received the news, also came back early.

"Yangyang, what's going on? You're working fine, why are you vomiting? You have a cold, right?" The mother was particularly concerned about her son, and Zhang Yang asked questions when he entered the room.

Zhang Yang shook his head: "The noise in the workshop was too loud. The shuttle board of the loom kept banging. I felt uncomfortable in my head after staying there for less than half an hour. I couldn't stand it anymore after holding on for more than an hour. I couldn't hold it back.

Just spit it out!"

"It's a good technical job. Others have sharpened their heads and have no chance. Why can't you do it now? Can you persist? It should only take a few days to get used to it!"

Zhang Guofu still feels sorry for his son's opportunity to work this time and is making his last effort.

Zhang Yang shook his head: "I heard from Uncle Li that this kind of thing is just like motion sickness. It's difficult to adapt to the body's functions!

I also encountered this situation before with a little girl who was learning to operate a textile machine. She stayed there for more than a week and vomited every day. She couldn't adapt to it!"

"His father, look at Yangyang's face, something is not quite right! Since the child can't do it, then think of other ways!" the mother added, feeling sorry for her son.

Zhang Yang did not remain silent at this time, but spoke out the draft he had made on the way back: "Dad, Mom! It's not necessarily a bad thing that you can't do the security work. I have an idea and I hope you can support me!"

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"What do you think, you kid?" Zhang Guofu didn't take it seriously.

Zhang Yang turned around and walked out of the north room, carrying the jar of Chinese medicinal wine he had brewed from the side room to his parents.

"Why are you carrying this crap? Your mother told me last night that you would spend money to buy wine and destroy the corn stubble at home to go fishing! It's just you who are too lazy to tell me. Do you think I don't know?" Zhang Guofu said with a frown.

Zhang Yang nodded: "I am indeed doing this, but it's not the kind of fun you think! I plan to make money by selling Chinese medicine wine and rice!"

"How much money can you make from this crap? Even if you follow me as a laborer on a construction site, you'll still be paid fifty yuan a day. How much rice can you sell for it? It's unreliable!"

The old man dismissed Zhang Yang's idea.

When he heard that he was working a small job for fifty yuan a day, Zhang Yang grinned, reached into his trouser pocket and took out the sales of fish, wine and rice in recent days.

There was a thick stack of banknotes, with odd parts and neat ones. Counting the wine and rice sold early this morning, the total amount was more than a thousand yuan.

"This is the money I earned from selling fish at the night market and selling wine rice in the past few days! The material cost of a catty of wine rice is more than two yuan, and it sells for fifteen! Yesterday plus today, I have sold fifty catties.

The supply is still in short supply!" Zhang Yang explained confidently.

"Are you all fools? How come you can sell corn crumbs soaked in koji wine for fifteen pounds?"

When Zhang Guofu saw the money on the table, his tone was slightly shaken, but he still had serious doubts. In his opinion, this was completely impossible.

Faced with his father's suspicion, Zhang Yang was not impatient and patiently explained: "Look, in the past two years, the water level in Wenhe River has been quite high and there are a lot of fish. There are a lot of people going fishing on the river, right?

It’s true that we ordinary farmers don’t have time to fish, but people from outside are not short of money. If you don’t believe it, go to the bend of the southeast embankment in the south of the village and have a look. People from outside come to fish, and cars are lined up!

The wojiu rice I sell is not for human consumption, but for fish!

They can't catch a few crucian carp with the commercial wine rice they buy from the fishing tackle store, but they can catch it with mine. Do you think they will buy it?

As long as they recognize my wine and rice, I will naturally be able to make this money!"

"How can there be so many idle people fishing every day without doing anything, and there are rows of cars? I'm going to go take a look!"

Zhang Yang explained it, but Zhang Guofu still couldn't accept it. He simply put out his cigarette, got up and rode his motorcycle to the southeast embankment bend that Zhang Yang mentioned.

After more than ten minutes, Zhang Guofu came back, and the expression on his face changed.
Chapter completed!