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

Upon hearing that someone had been rescued, Su Guanyin looked at Zhang Dazhuang, who was soaking wet, over 1.8 meters tall, and broad-shouldered and thick-waisted.

At this moment, he lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, his face full of apology.

The old lady's brows relaxed a little, she nodded, and said nothing more.

Yang Qi gave Zhang Dazhuang a grateful look.

"Grandma, it's hot outside. Come inside; there's air conditioning." Yang Qi walked over and took Su Guanyin's arm.

Su Guanyin did not break free and followed him toward the small house.

The small house is not big, only about 20 square meters, with a folding table, a few plastic chairs, a refrigerator, a few shelves, a small amount of snacks, instant noodles, and a small shop layout.

There's another room, about ten square meters, behind the door. That's where Yang Qi rests; it has a bed.

The equipment was all newly installed, and Yang Qi turned on the air conditioner.

Fusu Guanyin sat down, then the boxed lunch was served, chopsticks were handed to her, and the braised pork was turned over so that the meat was facing up.

"Grandma, you eat here first. I'll share my box of watermelon with them."

Yang Qi came out of the house carrying a boxed lunch and a box of sliced ​​watermelon.

They saw Zhang Dazhuang, who was completely naked except for his underwear, sitting on a rock on the shore hanging clothes to dry.

"Brother Zhang, have some watermelon." Yang Qi walked over and handed over the watermelon box.

Zhang Dazhuang swallowed hard, smelled the aroma of food, and his stomach growled uncomfortably.

He smiled sheepishly and took the watermelon box, saying, "Thanks, Brother Yang."

Yang Qi smiled and said, "If you get hungry, there's instant noodles and sausages inside."

"Brother Yang, you eat first, I'll share this watermelon with them."

"OK"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dazhuang took a bite of watermelon and walked towards Wang Jian, who was the nearest person.

Yang Q, carrying his lunchbox, found a rock to sit on and started eating.

"Old Wang, you haven't even managed to reel in that fish yet?" Zhang Dazhuang sidled up to Wang Jian, his tone gloating.

Wang Jian was struggling with a grass carp weighing over 20 kilograms, his face contorted with veins and beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks.

He glared at Zhang Dazhuang, and just as he opened his mouth to curse, Zhang Dazhuang shoved a piece of watermelon into his mouth.

"Is it sweet?"

"One more piece, please."

Zhang Dazhuang gave him another piece of watermelon, then walked over to Zhang Guolu, Dai Jiangyang, and Chen Ming, feeding them watermelons one by one.

It took the four of them nearly twenty more minutes to finally get the fish ashore.

They were all grass carp weighing over 18 jin (9 catties), although they weren't as big as Zhang Dazhuang's 57-jin (28.5 catties) black carp.

But when the four of them took a picture holding the fish, they smiled especially brightly.

"I'm hungry, it's time to eat."

Chen Ming put the fish into the fish basket; his stomach had been growling for quite a while.

"Come on, come on, Brother Yang, isn't there instant noodles in your house?" Dai Jiangyang chimed in.

"It's one dollar more expensive," Wang Jian reminded him.

"Is it expensive?" Zhang Dazhuang asked, stuffing the last piece of watermelon into his mouth.

"Let's catch a few more big fish, it's a sure thing!"

The group exchanged glances and nodded.

"That's true. Going up and down the mountain isn't necessarily cheaper, and it takes more time," Zhang Guolu said. "Besides, going down the mountain requires going to town for lunch, which takes an hour round trip. Will we even be able to fish this afternoon?"

"Let's go, let's go. Brother Yang's reservoir is being so kind, let him make a profit even if it's a little more expensive."

The five people walked toward the small house, talking and laughing.

As soon as the five people reached the door of the small house, they heard sounds coming from inside.

"Xiao Qi, you're not getting any younger. Grandma introduced you to a potential match this morning when I was buying groceries. It's Wang Xiulan from the next village, Wangjia Village. She's a year older than you. Why don't you go meet her tomorrow?"

"Grandma, don't worry about it. My brother got married two years ago, and you'll be a grandson soon. I'm not in a rush. Besides, I don't have any money. How am I supposed to get married and raise a child? Would anyone help me build this reservoir in the village?"

The elder brother Yang Qi mentioned was his uncle's son, his eldest cousin.

"But, Xiao Qi, I don't have many years left to live..."

"Pah, pah, pah, Grandma will definitely live to be a hundred years old," Yang Qi sighed, not wanting to disappoint the old woman, and said in a compromise, "Okay, I'll find some time to go and see her tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the five people outside became anxious. If Yang Qiming went there tomorrow, would the reservoir still be open...?

Zhang Dazhuang immediately went up and knocked on the door.

dong dong dong...

"Boss Yang, we've come to buy instant noodles!"

Yang Qi subconsciously turned around and glanced at Su Guanyin. The old woman also raised her head when she heard the noise.

"Grandma, let me greet everyone first," she said, then addressed the outside.

"They're here."

Yang Qi put on a smile and opened the door.

"They're here."

Upon entering, the five people laughed heartily, said nothing, and walked to the shelves.

There are two kinds of instant noodles on the table: pickled cabbage and beef flavor, and rice noodles with vegetables and egg.

There were also items on the side, including chicken feet, sausages, braised eggs, etc.

There are drinks in the water tank.

"Five gentlemen, there aren't many flavors of instant noodles, only these two. Here we have chicken feet, sausages, and drinks. Please help yourselves."

The five people exchanged glances, nodded, and began to choose.

Wang Jian took two buckets of sauerkraut and beef noodles, two sausages, and a bottle of iced tea.

Zhang Guolu took a bucket of rice noodles with vegetables and eggs, a bucket of pickled cabbage and beef noodles, three braised eggs, and a Coke.

Dai Jiangyang and Chen Ming did the same, each taking two buckets of herbal tea.

Based on this, Zhang Dazhuang took several more packs of chicken feet.

Wang Jian walked up to Yang Qi with the items in his hand, and before scanning the QR code, he asked with a smile, "Boss Yang, will you be open tomorrow?"

Yang Qi paused for a moment, glanced back at Su Guanyin, and said uncertainly, "...No. Rest for a day."

"What?" Chen Ming exclaimed anxiously, "If it's not open during the day, is it open at night?"

"Uh...we'll see. If it's open, I'll let Brother Zhang know." Yang Qi glanced at Zhang Dazhuang.

Zhang Dazhuang nodded without saying anything more.

Five people scanned the code and paid, totaling 209 yuan.

Yang Qi saw another deposit record on his phone, but he wasn't in the mood to be happy.

The pressure to get married is a recurring theme in conversations among young people who have returned from working in other cities.

In previous years, things were better. My older cousin and second older cousin were on the front lines, and I was still studying so no one was pushing me.

Now, my eldest cousin and second cousin are married, and Yang Qi has graduated and is unemployed at home.

When it was his turn to be on the front lines, his grandmother started looking for matchmakers and inquiring about potential partners for the first two weeks.

You can't get angry; the old man is getting on in years, so he spends most of his time in the reservoir.

Five people came out carrying instant noodles and squatted down in a row on the steps outside the small house, slurping them down.

Zhang Dazhuang took a bite of noodles and said in a low voice, "Old Wang, you have a lot of connections, why don't you arrange something for Brother Yang? Otherwise, if it keeps going like this, one day open and one day closed, we can't stand it."

Wang Jian chewed for a moment, then pondered, "Let's see. I can't just introduce any girl to anyone, can I? After all, Brother Yang's family isn't well-off; who would want to?"

"That's true." Zhang Dazhuang took another slurp. "How about this, we'll come tomorrow first, pay the bill ourselves, and even if he's not there, the money will be in our account first. We can't just deny it, can we?"

"However, I'll still talk to Brother Yang about it later."

"I'll speak!" Zhang Dazhuang replied.

"feasible."

"OK."

"Can."

The matter was settled in just a few words.