Chapter 87 Meeting of Heroes

"It's not that I just feel sorry for this thing, I just feel that this person is a bit evil in what he does, but his ability to taste the bait and identify its ingredients just now is really good!

A small move like changing positions is afraid of being watched. It’s a good friendly match, don’t let him mess it up!”

"It's already a favor for me to come here! Which one of those masters who hang out with professional fishermen all day long is the most economical person?

It's a good deal to exchange a little money for a better ranking! Do you remember the things he used to prepare bait just now? Prepare a few more!"

"Are you ready?"

"Of course, the backbone of the store supports you in the competition. Why don't you send some bait to express your gratitude? Will you be able to change places when the time comes? You also have to save this bait?"

"Okay, I'll give you another fifteen pounds!"

…

Speaking of Chen Xueqiang, after driving away, he quickly called his friend.

"Hey, Xiaotao? Last time you asked me to prepare the black pit carp bait for you. Do you still want it? It's still warm after it's just prepared. They are top-grade imported goods. They cost 60 per pound. I can give you 5 pounds! In addition,

I also bought some imported medicine, and I’ll give you a bottle at the cost of 100 yuan! Hey, OK, you can come to my house to pick it up later in the evening!"

…

During the next two days of Friday and Saturday, Zhang Yang was in the store as usual, while Lao Zhao and the four of them gathered in the store early every morning, and then formed a group to go to Wenhe to practice pole.

At noon, Zhang Yang bought lunch and took it to the river, where he also guided and corrected problems in the training of several people.

Two days is a short period of time, and it is definitely unrealistic to show off your proficiency, but you have almost mastered the basic techniques.

It would definitely be difficult to compete with professional fishermen, but participating in this small-scale regional friendly competition has already achieved initial competitiveness.

On Saturday afternoon, at around three o'clock, Zhang Yang called a few of his best friends back to the store.

"It's still dark for a few hours, why are you calling us back so early?" Wang Jun entered the room without doing anything. He first took a cup and drank a lot of tea.

Zhang Yang: “The basic techniques are almost introductory, and the remaining problems are not something that can be solved in a few hours.

There will be a competition early tomorrow morning. I will give you a rundown of possible fish situations from beginning to end, as well as reasonable ways to deal with them!

The fish is coming tonight. The news from Lao Meng is that the fish is the best in the market. The raw fish should be started first..."

Zhang Yang explained many precautions to everyone in great detail, starting from the basic judgment of fish conditions, differences in draw positions, and subsequent adjustments under different fish conditions.

Usually the details of this kind of analysis and response are shared in trivial matters, but today it was different. As long as Zhang Yang could think of the possibilities, no matter how big or small, he gave explanations and corresponding response methods.

The four of them, including the eldest Zhao, were all like primary school students who were paying attention to the lectures and eager to learn. They listened quietly to Zhang Yang's lectures, and the sky darkened unknowingly.

…

Early the next morning, just after four o'clock, Zhang Yang was woken up by the alarm clock.

After getting up and simply washing up, Zhang Yang rode his bicycle towards Mengcun next door without even eating breakfast.

When we arrived at the fishing spot, it was 4:15 and no fishing friends had come yet.

The lights were on in Meng Xiangqiu's cabin. Zhang Yang put the car in a corner, knocked on the door and walked in.

In order to ensure the best fishing condition and quality, Meng Xiangqiu stayed up almost all night last night.

The fish cart didn’t arrive until after eleven o’clock, and it was already twelve o’clock when the single baskets were weighed and released. The oxygen machine roared all night. Every one or two hours, Lao Meng would get up and go for a walk around the pond, for fear of small fish appearing.

A surprise of probability.

"Brother Meng!" Zhang Yang came in and greeted.

"Xiao Zhang is here so early? Have you eaten?" Meng Xiangqiu got up from the camp bed and rubbed his bloodshot eyes.

"No, my friend will bring some food later! Is the fish okay?"

"No problem! 1,131 kilograms. I unloaded an extra basket because I was worried that the fish would not be good! Authentic Tanghai carp! The fur quality is good, but the only thing is that the size is not uniform!"

"Is the size uneven?"

"Yes, the average is more than two kilograms and six or seven taels, the small ones are two kilograms and one or two taels, and the big ones are more than four kilograms! They are all second-year-old fish!" Meng Xiangqiu said truthfully.

"Okay, I get it!" Zhang Yang nodded after getting the news he needed.

After chatting for a while in the cabin, at around 4:30, there was a roar of cars outside and someone was coming.

Four cars, Lao Zhao and the four of them arrived at the fishing spot on time as expected.

Zhang Yang unloaded his equipment from Lao Zhao's car, and then Wang Yan took out an extra-large red plastic basin with a diameter smaller than one meter from the back seat.

This bathtub was specially purchased by Zhang Yang to produce a large amount of loose bait at one time. The basin is small and difficult to operate.

With five people, Zhang Yang made fifteen kilograms of powdered candies at one time, and poured in more than a bottle of brown sugar paste as if it was free of charge. After working for more than ten minutes, the first batch of powdered candies was ready.

Next is the hand food for rubbing the bait. Zhang Yang also personally checked the water ratio, condition, and taste type, all of which were adjusted to the optimal performance of the bait.

Among the five people, each took a small pot and filled a pot. After the bait was distributed, about three and a half kilograms were left for Zhang Yang. He put it all into a convenient bag and stuffed it into the fishing box.

After all the preparations were done, the sky turned white and it was past five o'clock. Fishing friends who had come early arrived one after another. Only then did the five of them carry the breakfast they bought into the house to eat and wait for the start of the subsequent competition.

After eating and drinking, the sky is getting brighter outside.

Due to the organization of the competition, all 36 fishing spots in Mengcun Fishing Ground were full today. The car outside the entrance parked along the roadside to the end of the village under the command of Meng Xiangqiu.

The entire fishing ground is full of fishermen who are either strangers or familiar to each other, walking around and making preparations before fishing.

This kind of occasion is the best place to test a fisherman’s popularity.

Among the more than thirty fishing friends, apart from a few members of his own team, Zhang Yang only knew a dozen or so. On the other hand, Lao Lang had many more acquaintances, and there were people greeting him everywhere.

Just after six o'clock, there was a burst of noise.

Lao Zhao took a few glances, and whispered a little surprised: "Lao Ma is here too!"

"Lao Ma?" Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this surname.

"Teacher Ma Yuhua! Vice president of the Municipal Fishing Association!" When Zhao Bingguang mentioned Lao Ma, his tone was obviously respectful.

"Shit teacher! This deceiving thing deserves the name "teacher"! Brother Qiang and I used to play in his shop, and the big piece of garbage we cut last time was bought by Brother Qiang in his shop!"

Wang Yan also glanced through the window of the wooden house, and said with great disdain while licking his nostrils.

Zhao Bingguang frowned slightly and explained to Zhang Yang in a low voice: "The things over there are indeed expensive, but the qualifications are there!

The small group of people in the competitive circles around City W basically play with him! The aging disciple is much more famous than Lao Lang in the fishing circles in City W!"

In fact, there is no need to explain, Zhang Yang also knows Lao Ma. In his previous life, Zhang Yang also played in his store for a while. He does have skills, but he disagrees with his character.

But one thing Lao Zhao was right about was that he had many disciples and disciples, and his reputation and influence in the local area was very great.

Unexpectedly, a small friendly match would even alarm him.
Chapter completed!