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

Yang Qi didn't have time to care about Zhang Dazhuang's emotions. Seeing this, he directly controlled a 210-pound grass carp and let it "escape".

Hearing Zhang Dazhuang's exclamation, Yang Qi smiled and walked away.

A 20-pound grass carp is not so easy to handle; it's enough to keep these four people busy for a while.

This is enough time for him to go to town to pick up the person.

Yang Qi quickly walked down the mountain to the parking area and got on his electric bike.

The village is not far from the town; it only takes about ten minutes to get there.

Yang Qi parked his car at the entrance of the vegetable market and saw a familiar stall in the distance.

Only two bundles of vegetables remained on the stall: one bundle of sweet potato leaves and the other of water spinach, lying listlessly on the plastic sheet.

Behind the stall sat a woman with a full head of silver hair, tanned skin, and wearing a faded floral short-sleeved shirt. She was anxiously watching the few passersby, hoping someone would stop to buy her vegetables.

Yang Qi felt a pang of sadness and shook his head.

The old man has farmed all his life and can't stay idle.

Yang Qi had advised her countless times to stop growing vegetables and setting up a stall, but she just wouldn't listen.

They always say it's the last crop, but after planting one crop, they plant another.

Yang Qi walked over and squatted down: "Grandma, it's time to go home."

When Su Guanyin saw her grandson, a smile immediately bloomed on her face.

But she showed no intention of packing up. Pointing to the two bundles of vegetables, she said with a smile, "Wait a little longer. We still need these two bundles. We'll go back once we sell them."

"Grandma, someone's come to the reservoir over there. I have to keep an eye on things; I don't have time to wait."

Yang Qi looked troubled; this was the explanation he had prepared on the way.

Su Guanyin paused for a moment, then hesitated.

Yang Qi pressed his advantage, lowering his voice: "Grandma, I earned about a thousand yuan today, and I'm not comfortable leaving it there to watch over it."

"How much?" Su Guanyin was greatly shocked.

"Seventeen thousand." Yang Qi held up his index finger to make a "one" gesture, then made a "seven" gesture.

Su Guanyin frowned. To her, this was a large sum of money and she couldn't be careless. "Alright, let's go back. I'll go to the reservoir with you."

As he spoke, he glanced around furtively, making sure no one was watching, before leaning closer and saying, "This is something you can't talk about, you know?"

Yang Qi suppressed a laugh and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Grandma, I won't tell you until the time comes."

Su Guanyin was relieved and stood up from the bench, bending over to start packing her things.

They re-tied the two bundles of vegetables, stuffed them into the burlap sack, and then folded the plastic sheeting back up.

"Grandma, have you eaten?" Yang Qi helped her carry her things onto the electric scooter, then turned and went to the fast food restaurant next door.

"No need, no need, I'll just eat at home," Su Guanyin waved her hand in refusal.

Yang Qi ignored her.

I bought the two most expensive boxed meals: one braised pork, one sweet and sour fish, two vegetable dishes, and a soup. The two boxed meals cost more than thirty yuan.

I picked out two large watermelons from the fruit stand and asked the vendor to cut them up and pack them.

Su Guanyin watched him pay, her brows furrowing with heartache: "Why spend this money? There's food at home."

Yang Qi hung the boxed lunch and watermelon on the handlebars, turned around and smiled at the old lady:

"Grandma, now that I'm earning money, I can't let you suffer even if it means hardship for myself. Otherwise, what's the point of me earning money?"

"Let's go back to the reservoir..."

On the way back, Su Guanyin kept nagging, asking all sorts of questions about how the money came about.

"Xiao Qi, can your reservoir really make that much money?" She still didn't quite believe it.

"Really," Yang Qi said as he rode his bike. "I opened a fishing spot, and it's 350 yuan per person per day. Five people came today, you do the math."

Su Guanyin silently calculated in her mind: 350 times 5 equals 1750.

She gasped.

"Earning 1700 a day?"

"Yes, as more people come, we'll earn more, and I can also catch fish to sell for money."

Su Guanyin remained silent for a long while, then murmured:

"This money came too easily."

Yang Qi didn't reply, but just smiled and sped up.

……

The round trip took about forty minutes.

"Grandma, slow down, it's tiring to go up the mountain."

"What's wrong? You look down on your grandma? Let me tell you, your grandma can carry a whole bundle of firewood without any problem."

"Yes, yes, you're the best, Grandma..." Yang Qi had no way to deal with the old man.

As they drove up, Yang Qi heard the five people shouting.

"Dazhuang, are you fucking courting death?!"

Wang Jian shouted, but that was all he did, because the fish in his hand hadn't been pulled up yet.

"Dazhuang! Let go! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Da Zhuang is just a fish, let go..."

Hearing that it was a matter of life and death, Yang Qimeng was enlightened. He looked at his grandmother and said, "Grandma, I'll go check on the situation first."

After saying that, he sped up and shook off the old woman on his back; he didn't want anyone to die in his reservoir.

When I arrived, I saw that there was still half a head left in the water. I covered my face. Six hundred and sixty-six. Brother Zhang is willing to risk his life to fish?

"I'd rather die than let go, gurgle gurgle..."

After putting his things into the hut, Yang Qi didn't say a word. He took a running start and jumped into the water.

They swam over to Zhang Dazhuang in a few steps, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up with all their might.

"Brother Zhang, you're amazing! You're really amazing, you'd risk your life fishing like that?"

Zhang Dazhuang's head was lifted out of the water by Yang Qi.

The first thing I did upon surfacing wasn't to breathe, but to mumble incoherently:

"Brother Yang, hurry, hurry, help me! Let's pull it together, this fish must weigh two hundred pounds. I'll give you the fifty-seven-pound grass carp we catch for free!"

Yang Qi: "..."

Is this what a fisherman looks like?

Would you rather have fish than live?

"Okay, okay," Yang Qi said, grabbing the fishing rod.

The moment he grasped it, he controlled the large blue fish underwater with his mind.

Yang Qi took a deep breath and focused his mind.

The large bluefish suddenly unleashed astonishing power, whipping its tail and charging its entire body toward the deep water.

The fishing line hissed loudly, and then—

"Snapped!"

The fishing line broke.

Yang Qi and Zhang Dazhuang both fell backward at the same time. Because they were in the water, they swallowed two mouthfuls of water.

Yang Qi choked a few times, his nose stinging with tears.

Zhang Dazhuang emerged from the water, still holding the fishing rod, and kept slapping the surface of the water, splashing water everywhere.

"They ran away! They ran away again!"

He shouted and complained, his voice full of resentment, completely disregarding how dangerous the situation had just been.

"I was so close, so very close to knocking it over! Brother Yang, why did you have to do that? If you hadn't come, I definitely would have..."

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Because he himself knew that if he didn't let go, he would eventually be dragged to the middle of the reservoir by the fish.

"It's just... it can float, but it can't swim very far."

Yang Qi shook his head, looked at Zhang Dazhuang, and said with utmost seriousness:

"Brother Zhang, I don't care how you fish here, but if you want to risk your life? I don't welcome that..."

Zhang Dazhuang opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Let's get ashore first!"

Yang Qi sighed inwardly; his bottom line was that no one should die.

Fishing is fine, showing off is fine, making money is fine, but it absolutely cannot result in anyone's death.

Once someone dies, the nature of the situation changes.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Zhang Dazhuang obediently followed Yang Qi and swam towards the shore.

Once ashore, the two were soaking wet, their clothes clinging to their bodies, water dripping down their sides.

Just then, Su Guanyin arrived.

When the old lady saw her grandson's condition, she ran over, her wrinkles furrowing instantly, her eyes filled with worry.

"Xiao Qi! Why did you go into the water?"

"You know how deep this water is, what if..."

"Milk……"

Yang Qi lowered his head, scratched his head, and stammered, unable to utter a single word.

Zhang Dazhuang stepped in to defuse the situation, wiping the water from his face. He then gave Su Guanyin a fawning smile and whispered:

"Grandma, you must be Brother Yang's grandmother. He went into the water just now to save me."

"So please don't scold him..."