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

"I know, don't lock the door."

After the three left,

Su Guanyin turned to look at Gu Cai Pang, her expression returning to its amiable state: "Cai Pang, did you bring a change of clothes?"

Gu Caipang was flattered by being called that: "Yes, yes, they're all in the car, Grandma. Actually, I can sleep in the car. My campervan has a place to sleep..."

"No way," Su Guanyin waved her hand firmly. "Guests are guests; how can we let them sleep in the carriage? Besides, nothing in a carriage is as comfortable as a bed."

Gu Caipang really wanted to say, "The bed in my car might actually be more comfortable than a regular bed," but seeing the old lady's enthusiastic expression, he wisely swallowed his words and obediently nodded.

"Thank you, Grandma."

"Don't mention it, you've already called me Grandma. Come upstairs, take a shower, and go to sleep."

"Okay!" Gu Caipang took the clothes, turned around and went upstairs.

Su Guanyin closed the door, but following Yang Qi's advice, she did not lock it from the inside.

Yang Guocheng led Yang Xiaojin and Yang Qicheng along the village road toward Yang Youhe's house.

There were no streetlights in the village. People in the countryside go to bed early, so there were only a few scattered lights. Insects chirped in the grass, and a few barks could be heard in the distance.

Yang Guocheng walked at the front, using the light of his flashlight to illuminate the way.

Yang Xiaojin and Yang Qi followed side by side behind, then suddenly asked in a low voice, "Brother, what exactly happened between you and Grandma?"

Yang Qi paused, then shook his head: "What else can I do? They'll make me go on a blind date this morning, but I went to the reservoir at 23 p.m. instead of going on one."

"Amazing!" Yang Xiaojin gave a thumbs up, stroking his chin and jokingly said, "Brother, you're on the 24th floor now, and you'll be 25 after your birthday in September. You're definitely not young anymore."

"My older brother also got married at 25."

The older brother Yang Xiaojin mentioned was their eldest cousin, the son of their uncle.

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because Yang Qi looked uncomfortable as soon as he did, and he was afraid when he thought about the dowry money his older brother had spent on his wedding.

Fifty of them! A full fifty! My sister-in-law was sold off like an object by her family.

Shocking to his core, Yang Qi suddenly felt a fear of marriage and a sense of injustice towards his elder brother.

My sister-in-law's name is Hu Xiufen. She has a lot of faults. You could say she's a good person, but she has a whole host of problems.

For example, when raising cats and dogs, the cat litter is never changed, even when it smells bad. In the end, it was my aunt who had to do it.

In short, Yang Qi had a neutral impression of his sister-in-law. On the contrary, he was very satisfied with his second sister's husband, who was also his second uncle's son-in-law. He was handsome and good at handling things. Next was his eldest sister's husband and his uncle's son-in-law.

The family is large. The eldest and second uncles each have two children, a boy and a girl, with the older sister being the eldest. The aunt's family has two boys who are the fourth children, and Yang Qi's father is the third child, making a total of three children, namely Yang Qi and his two siblings.

Currently, only two of them are still studying: my younger sister, Yang Qinghui, is a junior in college, and my younger cousin, Yang Huizhang, is a freshman in high school. Both of them have gone to work during the summer vacation.

"Don't mention it. There's no rush to get married. Let's talk about it after we get started." As he spoke, Yang Qi grabbed Lao Di's groin and grinned sinisterly. "Lao Di, speaking of which, you entered the workforce before me. Shouldn't you have gone first?"

Yang Xiaojin felt uneasy under Yang Qi's gaze, pushed him away, and retorted, "Come on, Mom already said that the older ones aren't even married yet, so how can it be the younger ones' turn?"

Hearing the two brothers whispering to each other, Yang Guocheng chuckled softly, "You two should get married. Or, should this old man keep an eye out for you?"

"No, no, no," Yang Qi quickly waved his hand, "Grandpa Village Chief, I'm only 20 years old, I don't need that. Just keep an eye on my brother."

"Hiss, prison mate, you have such a vicious heart."

"Hahaha……"

Yang Guocheng got up, didn't say much, and quickened his pace.

Yang Youhe's house is below the village chief's house, and the two families have a very good relationship, so he joined the village chief's group without any hesitation.

His family owns a three-story red brick house, next to which are old mud-brick houses, also known as old residences.

The old house was basically uninhabited; it was used to store farm tools and house chicken coops.

This combination of old houses and new houses was common a few years ago, but the government has issued orders to demolish dilapidated and old houses.

Despite strong opposition from the villagers, many houses were still demolished, and those that weren't demolished were labeled as agricultural houses.

When the three of them arrived at the door of the new house, the light in the main room was still on.

Yang Guocheng knocked on the door.

"Here it comes, here it comes."

The door opened, and an old man in his sixties stood in the doorway, with gray hair, wearing a faded vest, and holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand.

Yang Youhe was taken aback when he saw Yang Guocheng and Yang Qi, then smiled and said, "You're here. Come in and talk."

Yang Youhe was taken aback when he saw Yang Guocheng and Yang Qi.

He then smiled and said, "You're here. Come in and talk."

Once seated in the main room,

Looking around, it was a very ordinary layout, with two portraits of great men hanging in the center, and an old teapot and several enamel cups on the table.

Yang Youhe poured out the remaining tea from the teapot, took out half a packet of tea leaves from the cabinet, pinched a pinch and put it into the teapot, then poured in hot water.

After a while...

"Have some tea, have some tea."

Yang Youhe pushed the enamel mug in front of the group, smiling broadly at Yang Qi.

"Xiao Qi, you and my Changsheng are the same age. He's working outside, while you've made a name for yourself at home. College students are just different."

Yang Qi picked up the cup, blew away the foam, and shook his head with a smile:

"Grandpa, don't say that. I'm just lucky. I don't want to work. Changsheng's daughter is already six months old, while I, a peer, am still a bachelor. In the end, Changsheng is amazing, making you a great-grandfather."

"Hahaha..." Yang Youhe laughed so hard that all the wrinkles on his face smoothed out. He waved his hands repeatedly, "He just got lucky. It's nothing to mention."

He turned to look at Yang Xiaojin, sizing her up and down: "Xiaojin, right? When did you get back?"

Yang Xiaojin nodded: "Grandpa, we just arrived tonight."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Yang Youhe clicked his tongue with emotion, "You've grown into a grown-up in the blink of an eye. I still remember you when you were wearing open-crotch pants and chasing chickens at the village entrance. Those little chicks were wobbling around."

Yang Xiaojin smiled sheepishly, her face slightly flushed, extremely embarrassed.

Yang Youhe sighed, his gaze shifting between Yang Qi and Yang Xiaojin before finally landing on Yang Guocheng: "Village Chief, we're really going to be buried now. The children have all grown up."

Yang Guocheng didn't reply, but picked up his cup and took a sip of tea.

Yang Youhe turned his gaze back to Yang Qi's face and said seriously, "Xiao Qi, let's get down to business. Give me a clear idea about the agritainment business and tell me all your thoughts."

Yang Qi placed the enamel mug on the table and sat up straight.

"Grandpa Village Chief, Grandpa, right now only three of us are willing to run a farmhouse inn, but there won't be only three. This time, we not only want to run it well, but we also want to run it beautifully."

"There will be even more people coming tomorrow than today. I will send you two a message in advance to let you know how many people will come to eat, and we will allocate the customers according to the ratio. When it is time to eat, each family can pick up their people at the foot of the mountain and take them back."

Yang Youhe nodded. This method was convenient, as it saved the guests the trouble of finding it themselves.

"The issue we need to address now is vegetable prices." Yang Qi paused. "We can't just collect prices arbitrarily like we do today. Prices must be transparent; the price of vegetarian dishes, meat dishes, and main courses must all be clearly stated."

Turning to Yang Xiaojin, he said, "Xiaojin, you're the chef, you know more about food prices than we do. You set the prices; they can't be too high or too low, just right."

Yang Xiaojin nodded in agreement: "Leave this to me."

Yang Qi then looked at the two elderly people: "And then there's hygiene. The bowls and chopsticks must be washed clean, and the vegetables must be washed clean too. We can't be careless. When guests come to eat, they're not only looking for good taste, but also for peace of mind."

Yang Guocheng nodded: "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it."

"Ingredients," Yang Qi continued, "Use homegrown vegetables whenever possible, and buy more if you don't have enough. But there's one rule we can't break: we won't accept anything that's not fresh. We'd rather earn less than ruin our reputation."

Upon hearing this, Yang Youhe interjected, "Where are the fish? Where did you get them from?"

"Take it from me," Yang Qi said. "At market price, you won't get it for free, and you won't be shortchanged."

Yang Youhe waved his hands repeatedly: "You're being too polite, we're all family..."

"Grandpa," Yang Qi interrupted him, his tone serious, "Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. What's owed should be settled. Otherwise, things will be complicated later."

Yang Youhe opened his mouth and looked at Yang Guocheng, who nodded slightly. He then didn't insist further: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Yang Qi took a sip of tea and then explained the arrangements for the next few days, one by one.

The three listened attentively. Yang Guocheng nodded from time to time, Yang Youhe asked a few questions every now and then, and Yang Xiaojin took notes on his phone.

After Yang Qi finished speaking, the main room was quiet for a while.

Yang Youhe held an enamel mug, head down, his fingers slowly circling the rim of the mug.

After a long while, he looked up, a hint of hesitation on his face: "Xiao Qi, this agritourism business... can it really be successful?"

Yang Qi looked directly into Yang Youhe's eyes and asked, "Grandpa, do you believe me?"

Yang Youhe opened his mouth, but then stopped himself from speaking.

He looked down at the tea in his cup for a while, the tea leaves floating at the bottom, just like his mood at that moment.

He's over 60 years old, has farmed in the village his whole life, has never seen much of the world, and has never run a business.

Yang Qi, this young man, said that running a farm stay could make money, so he followed suit. What if he loses his life savings?

But then I thought, how much could it cost?

The vegetables are grown on our own land, the chickens are raised in our own yard, and the tables and chairs are all ready-made.

Even if we do lose money, it won't be much.

But what if it works out?

Yang Youhe raised his head, already having made his decision, and said firmly, "I'll go with it. I'm an old man, I won't lose much money anyway."

"Grandpa, you're still going strong and have guts. I won't let you down."

"You said it yourself."

"I said it."

"Hahaha..." Yang Youhe laughed.

Yang Qi smiled.

Yang Guocheng smiled, picked up his cup, took a sip of tea, and finally felt relieved.

Three companies—not many, but at least it's a start.

When the four people discussed it, at home,

Su Guanyin tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

She pulled the blanket back on and then pulled it back on, closed her eyes and then opened them again. Her mind was filled with the image of Yang happy and his group blocking the entrance to the courtyard that night.

"No, we should still let Wen Shang and the others know."

The old woman sat up, picked up the old-fashioned mobile phone on the table, and skillfully turned it on.

Scrolling through the homepage, I saw a photo of Yang Qi's father, Yang Wenshang, and clicked to make a call.

This setting is designed to make it easier for seniors to make phone calls during the Lunar New Year. Each contact person has a large portrait displayed on the phone's home screen, which can be easily accessed with a swipe and dialed with a single tap.

The phone emitted a beeping sound for a few seconds before the call was connected.

"Hello, Mom? What's up?" Yang Wenshang's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding a little tired.

Su Guanyin leaned against the headboard and asked, "Wen Shang, are you off work yet?"

"What time is it? I'm logging off now, I'm in my rented room." Yang Wenshang was pouring water from the kettle, then asked with certainty, "Is that brat Xiao Qi out of money again?"

No matter how she asked, Yang Qi still borrowed too much. She was short of money but too embarrassed to ask him directly, so she always asked him to ask her for the money back.

"No," Su Guanyin said, "Xiaojin is back, did you know?"

"Xiaojin?" Yang Wenshang asked, somewhat surprised, his voice rising. "Why did he come back out of nowhere?"

"Hmm... Xiao Qi called him back, saying he wanted to do some farm stays together, but I don't understand," Su Guanyin said. "Also, tonight at dinner, that old geezer Yang Xi brought a bunch of people to ambush Xiao Qi."

"Stop him? Why?"

"It's all because Xiao Qi made a name for himself with that reservoir project and earned some money, and they got jealous."

As if finding an outlet, Su Guanyin's voice grew louder and louder, "Saying that the reservoir belongs to everyone and that everyone should get a share, and then cursing this person and that person, it makes me so angry. What's wrong with Xiao Qi making a few bucks? At first, everyone was mocking him behind his back, and now they've lost all shame."

"Mom, wait a minute, let me sort this out." Yang Wenshang's voice turned serious. "You said Xiaoqi made money? How much?"

Su Guanyin proudly said, "350 the day before yesterday, 1 yesterday, and 18020 today."

"Aba aba..." Su Guanyin told everything she knew.

"Hiss..." Yang Wenshang gasped, somewhat surprised. "This brat, something this big happened and he didn't even consult me?"

Just then, a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, asking in confusion, "Old Yang, what's up with Mom calling?"

Yang Wenshang looked at Lai Lingling, who had just finished showering and was walking over, and said smugly, "Your son has made a name for himself and earned some money. Now some of the old folks in the village are jealous and are starting trouble. I'm worried that something might happen to that kid."

Lai Lingling snatched the phone away: "Hello, Mom, is Xiao Qi hurt? How much money did he make that makes everyone in the village envious?"

Su Guanyin repeated, "Don't worry, Xiao Qi is fine. Today is 18:020."

"Eighteen thousand? A day?" Lai Lingling gasped, turning to look at Yang Wenshang with wide eyes. "Old Yang, Xiao Qi has really made a name for himself. He's almost catching up with our combined monthly salary, and that's just for a day. What about a month? Ugh... Old Yang, I can't even imagine."

If you don't dare to think about it, then don't.

As the head of the family, Yang Wenshang remained relatively calm. He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled.

"It's probably true, otherwise the old folks in the village wouldn't be so envious."

He took the phone: "Mom, don't panic. Tell us immediately if anything happens. Xiaoqi and Xiaojin's idea to start a farm stay is great, let them do it. Once it's really successful, we'll consider whether to go back."

He can't afford to gamble; his family still needs to work to make ends meet. If he were to go back without a second thought, his ability to withstand pressure would drastically decrease.

If something goes wrong, then it's all over; you can't call for help from heaven or earth.

After a pause, Yang Wenshang added, "Mom, the agritainment business is a bit expensive to start, and those two boys... sigh, never mind, I'll just transfer the money to them directly."

"You decide for yourselves. I'm old and can't help them much." Su Guanyin's eyes dimmed, then she asked again:

"Should we tell Hua Wenrong and Fa Gu about this?"

"Don't tell my eldest brother, second brother, and brother-in-law yet. They know nothing about starting a business, so they won't worry or give unsolicited advice."

To prevent Su Guanyin from overthinking, Yang Wenshang continued, "Mom, don't worry. We live in a society governed by law. Nothing too serious will happen. Let the young people try things out and get some experience. I, as their father, will cover for them."

Knowing her son's worries, Su Guanyin thought for a moment and said, "Then let Qinghui and Huizhang come back to lend a hand? I think Xiaoqi and Xiaojin are short of people, which is perfect, since they are all family."

"Okay." Yang Wenshang readily agreed. "Let the young people do it themselves. I'll talk to them. Mom, go to sleep early and don't think too much. We old folks are here for you."

Su Guanyin gave a few more instructions before hanging up the phone.

She put the old-fashioned phone back on the bedside table, lay down again, stared at the ceiling, and didn't move for a long time.

I felt a little more at ease.

In the other room, Gu Caipang was also not asleep.

Lying on Yang Qi's bed, the pillow was a bit low, so I had to put two pieces of clothing under it to feel comfortable.

The air conditioner is set to 26 degrees Celsius, and the cool breeze feels just right on my skin.

Holding up his phone, he was talking.

"Old Deng, want some Treasure Reservoir?"

"Gu Tianyu, what a rare guest! Where have you been fooling around again? You actually had the audacity to call me tonight."

Gu Tianyu is his real name, and Gu Caipang is his alias.

"Enough nonsense, do you want a reservoir with a 400-pound behemoth?"

"Four hundred jin?" The tone on the other end changed. "Really?"

See for yourself.

Gu Caipang sent over the video he had filmed that day.

There was silence for about ten seconds on the other end of the phone, as they watched the video.

After a while, the man on the other end spoke, "Address."

"Here you are, Yangjia Village, Xitian Town, Hongdu City, Jiangxi Province."

"Okay, I'll be there tomorrow."

Gu Cai Pang rolled over, grinning mischievously, "Aren't you afraid Mom will make you kneel on the floor?"

"I'm going to take care of some important business."

"Huh... I believe you? I'll take your surname."

"You originally had my surname."

"Hmph, just say you want to go fishing..." Gu Cai Pang was speechless and quickly changed the subject:

"Old Deng, I think this village has potential. We can invest in it and develop it into a fishing-themed tourist village."

"You...besides eating, you also know about investing?"

"So what? Being able to eat is a blessing." Gu Cai Pang retorted, adding, "Remember, don't acknowledge me as your father tomorrow. I just want to live a normal life."

"It's dead!"

Old Deng, I'm usually the one who hangs up on you, but tonight you're doing the opposite...

Go to the capital to take care of the family.

Gu Shang put his phone on the desk, stood up, walked to a corner of the study, reached out and grasped the blue and white porcelain vase, and gently twisted it.

With a "click," the bookshelf split in the middle, revealing a hidden door.

Gu Shang pushed open the door and went in; the lights turned on automatically.

This is a small, dark room with fishing rods hanging on all four walls, from old-fashioned bamboo rods to the latest carbon fiber rods, all neatly arranged.

The glass case displays a variety of fishing reels, lines, and floats, each of which looks quite valuable.

Gu Shang stood in front of the wall covered with fishing rods, arms crossed, pondering:

"What kind of fishing rod should I use for a 400-pound grass carp...?"