A god-tier fishing spot, anglers lined up to give me money.

After the five people left, the reservoir became quiet.

The evening breeze rippled across the water.

Su Guanyin slowly walked out of the small house.

"Xiao Qi, they've left?"

"Okay, I'm leaving."

"Grandma, let's go back too."

Su Guanyin glanced at Yang Qi, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

"Let's go."

The old woman turned around and slowly walked down the mountain.

Yang Qi followed behind her, the two of them going down the mountain along the path.

Su Guanyin walked slowly, and Yang Qi didn't urge her, just followed along.

Insects chirped in the roadside grass, and a few barks came from a distant village.

The two of them didn't say much along the way.

Back home, after a simple dinner and a shower, Yang Qi lay in bed, but he just couldn't fall asleep.

I turned over countless times, my mind racing.

I thought of Zhang Dazhuang and the other five people from earlier that day.

Thinking about tomorrow's blind date

When they come tomorrow, will they bring other people with them?

If one person leads 5 people, then 5 people would make 10, 20, etc.

Ten people, 100 times the time speed; twenty people, 200 times…

If the fish in this reservoir grow faster than a rocket, isn't 350 a day too cheap? Should we raise the price?

Five hundred? Eight hundred? One thousand?

Yang Qi turned over and stared at the dark ceiling.

And what about those passersby who saw the big fish hanging on Zhang Dazhuang's car? Would they come and ask about it too? Would they come and fish for it? If one person asks ten people, and ten people ask a hundred people, the word will spread like wildfire...

Then I also need to consider expanding the fishing area and the issue of safety accidents.

To prevent fish theft, should we fence off the reservoir?

Yang Qi became more and more excited as he thought about it, and tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

As I was thinking about it, the idea of ​​blind dates that my grandmother had mentioned popped into my head again.

"Should I go or not?" he muttered to himself.

After thinking for a while, I made a decision.

Where are you going?

It's only the 8th century now, and the women who stay at home are either college students on vacation or unemployed.

In this kind of blind date, it's not a big deal if one of them is missing, nor is it a big deal if one more is added.

"Then just say that the other party doesn't even want to see you and won't even meet you."

Yang Qi had already prepared his speech in his mind.

The moment the idea came to him, he became inexplicably excited.

A sense of pleasure rose from the bottom of my heart, much like the thrill of sneaking out of school to go online without my parents' knowledge.

Once the pleasure kicks in, it's even harder to fall asleep.

Yang Qi reached for his phone next to his pillow. The screen lit up, and the light made him squint.

The phone screen displayed the time: 23:11.

"It's still early."

"How about... we go take a look at the reservoir?"

"Walk."

Yang Qi threw off the covers and sat up in bed.

He dared not turn on the light, and in the dark, he picked up his Crocs from under the bed and stepped barefoot onto the cold tiles.

I gently pushed open the door and peeked out; the corridor was pitch black.

Opposite was the old lady's door, which was tightly closed.

Yang Qi held his breath and tiptoed forward step by step. He paused when he passed the old lady's room.

There was no movement.

Keep going.

I went down to the first floor, stood by the door, and touched the door lock button with my finger.

"Slow down, slow down."

A few loud "tap tap tap" sounds startled Yang Qi, who turned around to look at the second floor.

There was still no movement.

He let out a long breath, opened the door, and slipped out.

He put his Crocs on the ground, put them on, and then ran up the mountain.

A night breeze blew in, carrying the damp scent of grass and trees.

But he slowed down after running less than two hundred meters.

too dark

There is no moon tonight, and only a few scattered stars in the sky. The light is so dim that almost nothing can be seen.

Turn on your phone's light.

The shadows of the trees on both sides of the road swayed in the night wind, like menacing hands.

There was a rustling sound in the grass.

A cool breeze blew by, and I felt a chill on my back.

Yang Qi dared not look back and quickened his pace.

It was a dark and windy night, deep in the mountains, and his mind was filled with wild thoughts: Could it be ghosts again...?

It's okay, it's okay, it's all fake, it's all fake.

A short jog, then a long jog.

After about 20 minutes, we arrived at the reservoir without any major incidents.

Seeing the 400 lit insect-attracting lamps surrounding the shore, Yang Qi breathed a long sigh of relief.

These mosquito-attracting lamps are timed to operate from 10 p.m. to 5 a.m.

It can also be considered as nourishing the fish in the reservoir, helping them grow faster.

Ultimately, it's because Yang Qi is lazy; he doesn't want to feed the fish, feed them, or even cut grass.

ask.

The reason is that he's waiting for the anglers to feed the fish for him...

He ran into the little house in two quick steps and found the light switch.

"Knock on."

The lights outside came on.

Yang Qi leaned against the door frame, panting, his heart pounding.

I looked down at my legs; they were still trembling.

"Was it really necessary?" he cursed himself. "With that little guts, you thought you could go up the mountain in the middle of the night?"

On the mountain, the most enthusiastic creatures are mosquitoes; you can't possibly kiss them.

His face, neck, and arms were covered in bites; mosquitoes were swarming him.

Yang Qi was very annoyed. He patted and scratched for a while, then took out mosquito coils from a drawer in the small house, lit them, and placed them at his feet.

As the smoke rose, the mosquito army's attack subsided.

Yang Qi then looked at the reservoir with relief.

Insects chirped all around, and the water was anything but quiet, especially near the mosquito-attracting lamp, where the noise was the most intense.

I slowly walked to the water's edge and squatted down.

The mind probes into the water.

With the time sped up fifty times, the fish population showed obvious changes.

Everything has doubled in size.

The initial 200 grass carp and carp have both reached 220 jin (110 catties).

It would definitely be even bigger if there were plenty of food.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qi began searching for the large fish with fishhooks hanging from their mouths.

During the daytime, when I caught a lot of fish, I caught 5: one grass carp and 4 common carp.

And then there was the time yesterday when Zhang Dazhuang snapped his rod; he caught a 200-pound fish and couldn't even get the hook out.

He counted them; there were six large fish with hooks in their mouths.

If these hooks are not removed, they will basically remain stuck in the fish's mouth.

While it won't kill the fish, it will make them uncomfortable when they eat, and over time it can lead to inflammation and infection.

More importantly, if one day he manages to get these fish to bite the hook again, and they have two hooks in their mouths, that would be outrageous.

After locking onto these 6 fish, guide them to swim towards the shore.

Ripples spread across the water's surface.

Six large fish floated side by side on the shore. Yang Qi scolded them:

"It hurts a little, just bear with it."

Then, he reached out and grabbed the lower jaw of the bluefish, pinched the hook shank, shook it left and right a couple of times, and pulled it out.

The fish trembled, but did not struggle.

Yang Qi put the hook aside and released the fish.

The bluefish flicked its tail and sank back into the water.

The hooks on all six fish were removed in less than ten minutes.

Picking up six fishhooks, Yang Qi stood up, but unable to resist the mosquitoes, he hurriedly ran back to the back room and put the fishhooks in a drawer.

Go to bed and pull up the mosquito net.

The light was still on; his hands were behind his head, and his eyes were fixed on the incandescent bulb on the ceiling.

How many people will come tomorrow?

Ten? Fifteen?

As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

I fell asleep listening to the buzzing outside the mosquito net, the mosquitoes swatting at each other...