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

.........

As dusk fell and the sun began to set in the west, past 6 p.m., the anglers gradually packed up their gear.

Someone lifted the fish basket out of the water, splashing water everywhere.

Some people squatted on the shore, counting their day's harvest, their faces showing satisfaction.

Yang Q brought out an electronic scale, sat at the door of the small house, and waited for people to come and fish.

Not many people came, and most people didn't catch many fish—three or five whitebait, one or two crucian carp, plus one or two slightly larger grass carp or common carp.

"Boss, bring back the fish."

A tall, thin man walked over carrying a plastic bag containing several 3-pound whitebait and a 4-pound crucian carp.

Yang Qi weighed it: "18.5 jin, 37 yuan."

.........

Once you start, you start again; in total, you got 186 yuan back from the fish.

Thinking about today's earnings, Yang Qi felt a deep sense of gratitude towards the system.

Wang Jian and his group were the last to finish cleaning up.

"Boss Yang." Wang Jian walked over, a cigarette between his fingers.

"Brother Wang, how was your harvest today?" Yang Qi asked with a smile.

Wang Jian took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled, and smiled: "Two rods have been burned. This fish is not coming back."

"We're leaving." Wang Jian patted him on the shoulder. "Try to come tomorrow..."

"Welcome, you're always welcome, brothers," Yang Qi quickly said.

"Hahaha..." The group laughed without saying a word.

Wang Jian emphasized, "You need to get your agritainment business up and running quickly. If you come tomorrow, I'd like to eat at your place."

"Mm," Yang Qi replied.

The five people descended the mountain.

The once bustling reservoir suddenly became quiet, leaving only Gu Caipang and Yang Qi.

Gu Caipang squatted on the shore, blowing air into the fish basket and looking at the two big fish inside.

"Fatty, pack up, let's go down the mountain," Yang Qi called out.

"Right away!" Gu Caipang picked up the fish basket and carried the equipment.

Yang Qi lost interest in fishing after being messed with by Yang Xi and his gang, so the other fish was caught by Gu Cai Pang.

After cleaning up the trash, Yang Qi looked at the pile of fishing rods and said to Gu Cai Pang, "Fatty, if you're going fishing again tomorrow, you can put your stuff in my little house."

"Okay."

Just as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

Yang Qi took out his phone and saw it was his brother, Lao Di. He clicked to answer.

"Hey, bro."

The phone was noisy, with car horns and radio broadcasts. "I've arrived in town, here at Great Man Square. Can you come pick me up?"

"You've arrived?" Yang Qi was a little surprised. "Okay, wait for me, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Qi said to Gu Cai Pang, "Fatty, are you done yet? My brother's back, I need to go to town to pick him up."

"Alright, alright, let's go." Gu Caipang perked up, picked up the fish basket, and ran down the mountain.

"Brother Yang, looks like I'm in for a treat tonight! I have a car, let's go!"

"Okay." Yang Qi locked the door of the small house and followed behind him.

The two walked quickly down the mountain, where a white RV was parked by the roadside.

The car body is gleaming, with solar panels on the roof and a sunshade extending from the side.

There was a yellow sticker on the back of the car. Yang Qi got closer and saw that it was a silhouette of a round orange cat, exactly the same as the one in Gu Cai Pang's WeChat profile picture.

"Fatty, this car... must be expensive, right?" Yang Qi opened his mouth.

"Thank goodness." Gu Cai Pang opened the car door, lifted the fish basket up, and called to Yang Qi, "Get in the car, get in the car, let's go pick up your brother."

Yang Qi got into the car, and the interior was much more luxurious than he had imagined.

Behind the driver's cab is a small living room with booth sofas and a height-adjustable table. Further back is a small kitchen, fully equipped with a sink, induction cooker, and microwave.

At the very back was a double bed, covered with clean sheets.

"There's food and drinks in the fridge, help yourself, don't be shy."

Gu Caipang fastened his seatbelt and started the vehicle.

Yang Qi remained silent and did not reach for it. He obediently sat down, knowing he couldn't afford to pay for any damages he might cause.

The car started and drove along the village road towards the town.

While driving, Gu Caipang asked with a grin, "Brother Yang, how's your brother's cooking? Let me tell you, I'm a picky eater, and I can't stand the food made by just anyone."

"You're picky about food?" Yang Qi couldn't help but laugh. "You ate three bowls of rice at noon."

"That's because I was hungry," Gu Cai Pang said matter-of-factly. "When you're hungry, everything tastes good. Now that I'm not hungry, I have to be picky."

"Should I call him and tell him not to come? Then you can just eat instant noodles by yourself?"

"No, no, no, I was just kidding." Gu Cai Pang quickly waved his hand. "Brother Yang, your brother is definitely good at it. I believe in you. Your whole family's cooking is sure to be delicious."

"If my brother knew how much you fawn over him, he'd give you extra salt tonight."

The two chatted and laughed in the car, and the ten-minute drive passed by in the blink of an eye.

By the time we reached the town's train station square, it was even darker.

Several streetlights were lit in the square, and in the center stood a statue of a great man.

On the road, several people were dragging their luggage back and forth, while cars continued to flow on the sidewalk.

Yang Qi spotted Yang Xiaojin at a glance.

He stood beside a flower bed at the edge of the square, wearing a white T-shirt and black shorts, with a pair of slippers on his feet, and a large suitcase beside him.

The 20-year-old, tanned even darker than Yang Qi, looked down at his phone.

"There!" Yang Qi pointed in the direction.

Gu Caipang pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Yang Qi opened the car door, got out, and walked towards Yang Xiaojin.

Hearing footsteps, Yang Xiaojin looked up, saw Yang Qi, smiled, and took two steps forward to greet him.

Then his gaze went over Yang Qi's shoulder and landed on the white RV parked behind him.

He stopped walking, his smile froze.

"Brother," Yang Xiaojin pointed to the RV, opened his mouth, and said in a smug tone, "This car... is it yours?"

"It's not mine." Yang Qi walked over, bumped fists with Yang Qi, and said, "It belongs to a friend."

"When did you meet someone who drives a motorhome?" Yang Xiaojin still didn't quite believe it, looking his brother up and down.

"We met today," Yang Qi said with a smile.

Yang Xiaojin reached out and touched Yang Qi's forehead: "Brother, you don't have a fever, do you?"

"Get lost." Yang Qi slapped his hand away. "Here's what happened, baa baa..."

"Do you understand?"

"Got it!"

At this moment, Gu Cai Pang leaned out of the driver's seat, smiling and waving at Yang Xiao Jin: "Hello there, Chef Yang, you'll have to show off your skills tonight!"

Yang Xiaojin felt a little embarrassed by being called "Chef Yang," scratched his head, and smiled, "Guests are guests, of course, of course."

After loading the suitcase into the car, Yang Xiaojin frowned, looking at the interior and losing confidence. His voice trailed off as he asked, "Brother, do you have any seasonings at home?"

"We have salt, MSG, and soy sauce."

"Then, let's go downstairs and buy some seasonings," Yang Xiaojin said. "We're having grilled fish seasoning tonight."

"Grilled fish?" Gu Caipang's eyes lit up. "Grilled fish sounds great! I'll pay for it, you can buy whatever you want."

Yang Qi: "Are you so rich you don't know what to do with all that money?"

"Consider it payment for my meal, otherwise I'd feel really bad."

"what ever."

They then went to a supermarket, and the three of them went inside. Yang Qi pushed a shopping cart and walked in front.

Gu Caipang followed behind, his pace noticeably slowing down when they passed the snack section, but after thinking for a moment, he decided to keep going.

Yang Xiaojin was in charge of picking out the seasonings. He squatted in front of the shelves, looking at the ingredient list one by one. He picked out two bags of grilled fish seasoning, one bag of dried chili peppers, one bag of Sichuan peppercorns, and also took ginger, garlic, and scallions.

After making my selections, I stood up and wandered around the condiment area, grabbing a bottle of oyster sauce, a bottle of light soy sauce, a bottle of dark soy sauce, and a jar of soybean paste.

"So many?" Yang Qi looked at the items in the shopping cart and his lips twitched.

"We're planning to open a farm stay, but we don't have all of these things at home, so we're buying them all this time," Yang Xiaojin said, taking a few more star anise, cinnamon, and bay leaves.

Watching from the side, Gu Cai Pang teased, "Chef Yang, that's very professional."

"It's alright," Yang Xiaojin said modestly. "I only studied in the provincial capital for a little over two years, and then worked in the kitchen for a few years."

After leaving the condiment section, the three of them went to the fresh produce section to pick out some side dishes. They took some of each: potatoes, lotus root, enoki mushrooms, tofu skin, cilantro, onions, and green peppers.

As Yang Xiaojin passed by the seafood section, he paused, glanced at the shrimp swimming around in the tank, and hesitated for a moment.

"Buy it if you want to eat it," Yang Qi said.

"Brother, how much did you earn today? You're so generous!"

"It's not like I'm paying for it," Yang Qi pointed at Gu Cai Pang, "It's our Young Master Gu who's funding it."

Gu Caipang's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

These things cost over 350 yuan.

When Yang Qi paid the bill, Gu Caipang tried to grab the money while the cashier was scanning the code, but Yang Qi pushed her away.

"You think you can just come to my house and expect me to pay? Who do you think you are?"

Helpless, Gu Caipang had no choice but to put the phone away.

On his way home, Yang Xiaojin sat on the leather sofa, leaning against the window and looking out.

The night outside the window grew darker, and the streetlights receded one by one.

As you walk along the village road, the streetlights disappear, and you can only see a few scattered lights in the direction of the village in the distance.

He looked away and stole a glance at Gu Caipang, who was driving, and then at Yang Qi, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Suddenly, he felt that the scene was a little unreal.

A month ago, his brother was still in that dilapidated rented room, calling him to borrow money to pay the rent, his voice full of exhaustion.

What now?

He opened a fishing pond and earned 17,500 yuan a day. He also said he wanted to develop some kind of agritainment business.

The car entered the village and stopped in front of Yang Qi's house.

Two three-story red brick houses stand side by side; the one on the right belongs to the eldest uncle, and the one on the left belongs to the two brothers.

The surface is tiled, the front is a cement ground, and there is a wall.

To the right is a large old mud-brick house with a cement open space in front of it. There is a vegetable garden on both sides of the garden, with pear trees, bayberry trees, navel orange trees, pomelo trees and the like.

The old house is no longer inhabited; free-range chickens and ducks huddle in the corners.

Su Guanyin was sitting on a low stool by the door, picking vegetables.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw the white RV parked in front of his house. He tilted his head and stared at it curiously for a long time.

The car door opened, and Yang Qixian jumped out.

Upon seeing her grandson, Su Guanyin's expression instantly changed.

"Xiao Qi!"

"Milk..." Yang Qi dared not look directly at her, glancing nervously left and right.

Su Guanyin was exasperated. She put down the vegetables she was holding, walked over, and was about to pluck his ear.

Then I saw Yang Xiaojin in the car, the curse that was about to come out of his mouth was shut.

Her gaze shifted from Yang Qi to Yang Xiaojin's face, and she paused for a moment.

Then, that wrinkled face instantly broke into a smile, and he wiped his hands haphazardly on his apron, unable to believe it.

"Xiaojin? You, why are you back?"

Yang Xiaojin got out of the car, looked at his grandmother, and scratched his head: "Grandma, I'm back."

Su Guanyin pulled his arm, looked him up and down, left and right, and muttered:

"You've lost weight! Did you not eat well while you were out? Your face is all tanned, is it from the sun or from being tired?"

Yang Qi stood to the side, watching this treatment, and his lips twitched.

When he got out of the car, the old lady was about to start cursing.

When his brother got out of the car, the old lady went straight to greet him without even asking him anything.

This discrimination is too obvious, isn't it?

"Grandma, my brother told me to come back. He said he'd help me make a lot of money." Yang Xiaojin glanced at Yang Qi with a grin.

Su Guanyin then turned her head and glanced at Yang Qi.

The meaning in his eyes was clear: the matter wasn't over yet, and they would discuss it later.

Because Yang Xiaojin was there, the old lady didn't make a scene. She just waved her hand and said, "Come in, come in. Haven't eaten yet? I'll go cook."

"Grandma, there are guests." Yang Xiaojin quickly stopped her, pointing to the car, "I'll cook today, so you can taste my cooking."

"guest?"

Upon hearing his name called, Gu Cai Pang immediately got out of the car and politely said, "Hello, Grandma, my name is Gu Cai Pang. We met this morning. I'm here tonight for a meal. Sorry to bother you!"

Su Guanyin beamed with joy at being greeted with "Hello, Grandma," and quickly replied, "No, no, you're a guest, please come in and sit down."

"Yang Qi, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and make some tea."

Hearing this, Yang Qi watched from the side, feeling a pang of jealousy: My brother came, and the old lady greeted him with a smile; the fat man came, and the old lady treated him warmly. But me? I got the worst treatment.

He shook his head, then immediately and obediently picked up the kettle, filled it with water, and boiled it to make tea.

"Come in, come in, have a seat."

"Grandma, I can walk by myself, I can walk by myself~" The old woman was so enthusiastic that Gu Caipang felt a little embarrassed, but her heart was warmed.

"I'll go prepare the fish."

Yang Xiaojin took Gu Caipang's fish basket and carried it into the kitchen.

The kitchen is about 20 square meters. It has an old-fashioned earthen stove and a gas stove. The cupboard is against the corner of the wall and the cutting board is placed on the water tank.

"Keep entertaining the guests, I'm going to help your brother."

"Okay, okay." Yang Qi took out a fruit plate and arranged melon seeds, peanuts...

"Eat."

Gu Cai Pang looked at the things on the table with a big smile. "Brother Yang, your grandma is too enthusiastic. I can hardly handle it."

"That's right, older people, as long as it doesn't involve money, they all like a lively atmosphere."

drip...

The water has boiled.

Yang Qi quickly brewed some tea and poured a cup for Gu Caipang, saying, "It's a bit shabby, don't mind it."

Gu Cai Pang took a sip and laughed:

"At that time, I was a little bored. Brother Yang, let's go to the kitchen and see if we can help out."

"OK…"

Kitchen

Yang Xiaojin took the knife, rubbed it on the whetstone a couple of times, and then began to process the fish.

Scaling, gutting, removing internal organs, removing the black membrane, cleaning...

Gu Cai Pang stood at the kitchen doorway, his eyes wide with amazement: "Chef Yang, your knife skills are amazing! Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No need." Yang Xiaojin didn't even look up. "Brother, take him out."

"No, I'll just watch, I won't do anything."

"OK!"

After cleaning the fish, Yang Xiaojin made several cuts on both sides of the fish, rubbed it with salt and cooking wine, patted it with a thin layer of starch, and marinated it aside.

Then I started cutting the side dishes: sliced ​​potatoes, sliced ​​lotus root, removed the roots from enoki mushrooms, cut bean curd sheets into strips, diced onions, and cut green peppers into rings, cutting each one neatly.

"Grandma, let me help you."

When Yang Qi saw Su Guanyin squatting on the stove trying to start a fire, he immediately ran over and took over.

"Hmph..." Su Guanyin frowned and left with a cold look, then went to the sink to wash vegetables.

Yang Qi awkwardly touched his nose, lit the fire on the earthen stove, heated the large iron pot, and Yang Xiaojin poured in the oil. Once the oil was hot, he slid the fish into the pot.

With a sizzle, smoke billowed up, and the aroma of fish exploded instantly.

Gu Cai Pang smelled the delicious aroma outside, swallowed hard, moved a small stool to sit at the kitchen door, and watched Yang Xiao Jin cook with his chin in his hand.

He wanted to make a move, but the old lady stopped him, saying that he was a guest and could rest on the side.

Yang Qi turned the fire down a little, stood up, and leaned against the stove watching his brother work.

Yang Xiaojin turned the fish in the pot over, looked up at Yang Qi, and suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Brother, is your fishing spot actually profitable?"