After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

"I don't feel anything when using a fishing basket. Besides, experience is part of life. Even if I don't catch anything, at least I've had the experience."

"Don't give me that. You won't be able to catch this and it will be very depressing."

Qin Zhixin twisted her lips. After all, with the system's memories, she knew all too well how difficult it was to catch fish. In her previous life, she'd gone fishing with at least four carbon fiber rods, each of varying strengths. The other tools would have filled an entire trunk. How could she have caught fish with just some bait and a cheap rod?

When they arrived at the old house, Qin Zhixin went fishing with him in the river in front of the house just for fun. When she saw that he was so clumsy that he couldn't even tie the rope and could only make a knot, the girl laughed and made all kinds of sarcastic remarks that were unique to female brats who deserved a beating.

She actually knew how to fish; she had the memory for it. She tied the line, set the bait, and cast the rod, all with practiced ease and in one go. Qin Zhifeng, on the other hand, was much more clumsy. He was a complete novice, after all. He didn't know how to do anything, so he just watched Qin Zhixin's movements and then cast his rod like she did.

But the result was completely the opposite.

Qin Zhixin didn't catch a single fish, but Qin Zhifeng was a true master of continuous fishing. He didn't even bother setting a nest; for an hour, he kept repeating the same process: baiting, casting the rod, lifting the rod, baiting again, casting the rod, lifting the rod. He always landed a sizeable fish. At first, he'd yelled with excitement when he landed a large black carp weighing several ounces. Later, when he caught more, he even bagged up the fish.

Qin Zhixin, on the other hand, had cast aside her fishing rod and, clutching a paint bucket, concentrated on catching fish. Wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, she sat obediently beside Qin Zhifeng, her delicate white hands tightly clasping the paint bucket as if it were a treasure. Three large black carp and five yellow ducks were already quacking in the paint bucket. Qin Zhifeng had even caught a soft-shell turtle and a massive crucian carp weighing a pound.

"Look at your brother! Isn't he awesome?"

Qin Zhifeng showed off another croaker in front of Qin Zhixin. He didn't care about the fishy smell on his hands and wiped his hair in a very showy manner. Qin Zhixin quickly raised the paint bucket.

"Throw it in, bro, you already have ten fish!"

Chapter 134 Overlapping impressions

Qin Zhifeng looked arrogant.

"I even caught a turtle. Even the turtle took the bait. This fishing method is much faster than spearing fish."

Qin Zhixin refused to accept the defeat and remained stubborn.

"It's just that the fish is stupid!"

"Then can you catch it?"

Qin Zhixin smiled foolishly, but she didn't dare to respond.

"Hehe, let's have braised turtle and fish soup tonight. I'll make it for you."

Qin Zhifeng started to put bait and cast the rod again. Although his movements still looked very amateurish, Qin Zhixin didn't say anything. After all, he had caught ten fish in a row.

【Isn't this scientific?!】

The system didn't care at all at first. In its opinion, Qin Zhifeng's purchase of fishing gear was simply a whim of a layman who knew nothing about it.

He was even more disdainful when he saw the fishing gear Qin Zhifeng had bought. The fraction of a single fishing rod he had in his previous life cost more than all this junk combined. As the old saying goes, a craftsman must first sharpen his tools before he can do his job well. Trying to make a rod with these junk was sheer wishful thinking. Even if he was lucky enough to catch a big fish, it would be a good thing if this cheap rod didn't break.

Seeing Qin Zhifeng's naive appearance, he even felt a sense of superiority, like a veteran air force officer looking down on a reserve air force officer. But this feeling of superiority was completely eroded by Qin Zhifeng's repeated lifting of the rod. He really couldn't understand why these fish were so eager to bite the hook.

In his previous life, he was fishing, but the fish ate all the bait but refused to bite the hook, as if he was feeding the fish in the wild.

Qin Zhifeng was also extremely excited at this moment. Suddenly, he felt a huge force in his hands, and he almost lost his balance. Qin Zhifeng subconsciously hurriedly raised the rod, which was bent into a sharp angle. He didn't know how big it was, but he was sweating at this moment. He was sure that this was definitely a big fish!

"Oh my god! Big fish! It's definitely a big fish! Come help me pull it in!"

Qin Zhixin didn't say a word after hearing this. She grabbed Qin Zhifeng's waist and pushed him back hard. Qin Zhifeng only felt two very seductive soft balls pressed against his back, and he couldn't help but feel distracted. Qin Zhixin was really good when she was anthropomorphic, but it was a pity that she was not anthropomorphic enough most of the time.

While he was daydreaming, he almost let go of the pole. Qin Zhifeng quickly tightened his grip and lifted it up with great force. Qin Zhixin didn't see his action and continued to hold Qin Zhifeng's waist and pull back with force.

"Don't force it, girl. His rod is made of fiberglass and will break if it doesn't take it. You're asking him to play the fish until it's exhausted... huh?"

When the system saw a silver carp more than one meter long roll onto the shore, it finally fell silent.

He inexplicably felt a pang of bitterness within him. This scene was truly jarring. Normally, with a low-quality rod like this, he could only catch a small fish weighing a few pounds at best. Furthermore, this was a riverbank, where the probability of a large fish appearing was lower than the probability of a person getting into a car accident. And this bighead carp was over a meter long, so it definitely weighed over thirty pounds.

According to His experience, this pole would definitely break.

But the reality was that before the pole could even hold on, the fish jumped onto the shore. He had never seen such incredible luck before, so he decided to stop talking.

"Holy crap, it's so big, and it actually jumped up!"

Qin Zhixin cheered excitedly. "It's Big Head! We're making fish head today."

She didn't mind the strong smell and went straight to work, her delicate fingers gripping the bighead carp's lips and struggling to pull it out, but the fish continued to thrash. Seeing this, Qin Zhixin picked up a pebble and smashed it against the bighead carp's head, but she was weak, and this time the fish thrashed even harder.

"You're strong, come and hit it on the head!"

Qin Zhixin sat on the ground, holding the fish's head, her cotton jacket stained with slime. Qin Zhifeng casually tossed the fishing rod in his hand, picked up a rock, and struck the fish's head hard, finally stopping it. This scene further pricked the System's nerves, and it felt like its heart was bleeding. In its eyes, a fishing rod that could catch eleven fish in a row was a blessed treasure. This fishing rod should be enshrined, and from now on, it must be worshipped before going fishing.

"Dog, we have fish heads to eat tonight."

Qin Zhixin stood up. Her recent exercise was quite intense, and she felt a fine sweat on her body. She opened her cotton jacket, revealing the yellow hoodie underneath. She bent down to catch her breath, and the trembling of her hoodie made the fabric of her hoodie tremble with it, a truly beautiful sight.

"Chopped pepper fish head or fish head tofu soup?"

Qin Zhifeng felt like his mouth was watering when he thought of the sour and refreshing taste of chopped pepper fish head.

"Definitely the chopped pepper fish head! Let me think. The turtle should be braised with sauce, the black carp should be roasted, and the yellow duck call should be stewed with the crucian carp."

Qin Zhixin happily embraced the paint bucket, and Qin Zhifeng, unfazed by the mess, hoisted the large silver carp onto his back. Arriving home, they headed straight for the kitchen, where they quickly set to work. Qin Zhixin's grandfather was still playing cards at a neighbor's house, leaving the house rather deserted. Qin Zhifeng removed the belly of the silver carp, hung it on a piece of straw, and went to trade it for a chicken from a neighbor's house.

Qin Zhixin was busy in the kitchen. Her cooking was delicious, and Qin Zhifeng wouldn't interfere. She sliced ​​the ginger into even slices, smeared lard on the casserole, and slid the pre-cooked crucian carp and yellow duck into the pot. The wok sizzled, followed by a puff of white smoke. Qin Zhixin stepped back, afraid of being splashed by the oil, and waited until the water dried up before approaching with a spatula.

The old house's wood stove made it difficult to control the oil temperature. Qin Zhixin carefully scraped the fish, breaking the skin. She felt the fish flesh was already slightly browned, so she trotted over to pick up a kettle and poured water into the pot. She also cut a piece of frozen tofu in half, sprinkled a handful of white pepper and a little salt, and let it simmer. While she was at it, she started to prepare the three black carp.

The black carp had been killed long ago and placed in a basin to be marinated with rice wine and pepper salt water. Qin Zhixin looked at her watch and saw that half an hour had passed and it was almost done.

The local dog kept wagging its tail at her feet. Qin Zhixin threw all the fish viscera that she had just processed to it, but it didn't eat them. It just sniffed and then wagged its tail.

She put the whitebait on the iron skewer, twisted the fish body into a flat "S" shape and then stuck it on the edge of the brazier. When the fish skin was a little dry, she started to brush it with oil.

Qin Zhifeng walked into the kitchen with a silly smile on his face. He had already processed the silver carp. He was holding the fish head and tail in his left hand and a fat chicken in his right hand.

"I exchanged the fish body for a chicken. Let's cook it tonight. It's ready for tomorrow."

Qin Zhifeng put the chicken in a basket at the kitchen door. When the dog saw it, it circled around it, and the chicken was stunned and didn't dare to move.

"Brother, I didn't kill the turtle yet, so I'll just leave the chicken for tomorrow. I'll stew it with the chicken tomorrow."

Qin Zhixin squatted on the ground, the rabbits resting on her knees. She fanned the brazier gently with a palm-leaf fan, carefully controlling the roasted prawns to prevent them from getting burnt. She felt a bit hot, and she wiped her smooth forehead with her small hand, feeling a hint of sweat, as if from the heat. She turned her head and saw Qin Zhifeng lifting the lid of the pot, looking so idle and ready to be beaten, which also made her a little annoyed.

Qin Zhixin stood up, took off her coat and threw it on the bench before speaking to Qin Zhifeng.

"If you're bored, just chop the fish head. I'll go chop the peppers. After you chop the fish head, fan the fire, otherwise it will all burn."

Qin Zhifeng agreed, replaced the pot lid, and obediently went about chopping the fish head. When Qin Zhixin approached him to pick up the chopped peppers, Qin Zhifeng couldn't help but sniff. He caught a whiff of something fragrant, something from Qin Zhixin. It seemed the girl had had this scent since she was a child, like orchid and musk, but even more mysterious and unrestrained than those two.

Qin Zhifeng glanced furtively at Qin Zhixin. She was wearing only a yellow sweatshirt. He remembered buying it quite a while ago, and the cuffs had gotten fuzzy from wearing it. The sweatshirt's slightly cheap and childish design, set off by her imposing figure, added a touch of flirtation while appearing natural and innocent.

He has dated several girlfriends, but none of them was half as good-looking as this damn girl.

Qin Zhifeng blinked and stopped thinking about it. He picked up the old kitchen knife on the chopping board and was about to chop the fish head.

"Don't move!"

Qin Zhixin patted his back. She put one hand on Qin Zhifeng's shoulder, stood on tiptoe to find the jar of chopped peppers on the cabinet, and then leaned against Qin Zhifeng's back.

He looked at the delicate arm stretched out before his eyes. The sleeves of her yellow sweatshirt were a little loose. Her delicate, smooth hands touched a jar, carefully grasping the edge. However, the jar was quite heavy, and she tried several times but failed to lift it with one hand. Qin Zhixin raised her toes even harder, and the two balls rubbed against Qin Zhifeng's back. Qin Zhifeng's body stiffened. Now, like the fat chicken he had brought over, he dared not move. He could clearly feel the amazing elasticity of the softness of the pair.

Qin Zhifeng took a deep breath and realized that he was actually reacting. With her somewhat intimate gesture, the fragrance of her body became more and more distinct in Qin Zhifeng's nose. Even the air brought out by her gentle breathing seemed to have a special kind of magic.

It's so decadent that it makes people think about something else.

The beauty was as white as jade, and her breath was as fragrant as orchid. Qin Zhifeng couldn't help but feel his blood boiling.

"Don't just stand there and stare! If you can't see me, I can't reach it!"

Qin Zhixin scolded him coquettishly. She had just tried a few times, but had given up and ordered Qin Zhifeng to get it. Qin Zhifeng did as he was told, chopped the fish head, and sat down on the ground beside the brazier, fanning the fire absentmindedly.

He glanced at his cousin from the corner of his eye. Her movements were smooth and expert, preparing dinner without a moment's delay. Her movements were so fluid, not to mention the high school girls his age, even those in his class who were about to enter the workforce probably couldn't match her.

Qin Zhifeng suddenly thought of an adjective: virtuous.

In 2013, the word "virtuous" hadn't yet been stigmatized, still carrying beautiful blessings and expectations. This made Qin Zhifeng subconsciously amused. He wasn't drunk, was he? How could he possibly associate this girl with the adjective "virtuous"?

Seeing that the fish skin was a little dry, he picked up a brush and brushed it with some barbecue sauce.

The sauce was just prepared by Qin Zhixin.

He thought of the yellow sweatshirt again. She had worn it for a long time.

Chapter 135: Implicit Influence

Qin Zhifeng's memories flew forward. Has the sweatshirt Qin Zhixin worn been there for three years?

He thought about it and realized it had probably been more than three years. This damn girl seemed to have always liked this androgynous look, but at least it was much better than when she was a child. When she was little, Tang Yuyu would force her to wear a skirt, and she would deliberately climb walls, trees, and dog holes, leaving her clothes in tatters. Later, Tang Yuyu let her wear whatever she wanted, but she always wore jeans, a gray, tattered outfit full of holes, and she even cut her own hair into a spiky style, which made Tang Yuyu so angry that she wanted to beat her up every time she saw her.

The first time I saw her wearing this old sweatshirt, I think she had just started college.

It seemed like it was one day during the school's winter break when he went to Aunt Tang's house to play games. He didn't have a computer at the time, so he came to Qin Zhixin's place to play. The room was heated at the time, and she was wearing this dress.

At that time, the girl's figure had already become somewhat graceful, and her facial features had gradually grown. She was no longer the tomboy she used to be, and had begun to show the signs of being a troublemaker.

He spent several days at Qin Zhixin's house during that winter vacation. What were they doing at that time?

Qin Zhifeng brushed a layer of oil on the black carp stuck on the wooden stick while thinking.

Oh, right, they were playing a game together. It looked like Call of Duty 5, and the crappy computer Qin Zhixin had saved up was barely enough to run it. Whenever one of their characters died, they'd immediately switch roles. It was such a childish thing, and it sounds silly even now, but they were having so much fun.

Qin Zhifeng suddenly felt his brain go haywire. It wasn't surprising, as he was still a fool back then, having just graduated from high school and thought he was completely liberated.

Qin Zhixin was still busy on the stove, burning dry cottonwood branches in the wood stove, making a crackling sound. The old kitchen had no range hood, and the whole place was filled with the aroma of braised fish in soy sauce.

Qin Zhifeng suddenly felt lost. He had changed a lot in the past few years, and so had Qin Zhixin. The image of Qin Zhixin as a child, a scoundrel, and the image of the demure beauty now stirring the pot slowly began to overlap, creating a double image. Which side of Qin Zhixin was the truest? The shameless, money-grubbing scoundrel? The little brat who had just taunted him about his guaranteed return? The idiot who had been fooling around with him day and night? Or the gentle, graceful, and peerless beauty before him?

Qin Zhifeng wanted to ask something, but he didn't know what to ask. He opened his mouth, but the words stopped at the tip of his tongue. He knew that if he asked a question without thinking, it would most likely turn out to be nonsense.

Nonsense is worthless and just a waste of breath.

Qin Zhifeng stopped peeking at Qin Zhixin and just sat there fanning the fire. Suddenly, he felt something was missing from the brazier, so he stood up and took a few potatoes and threw them in.

"Hey, girl, what do you need in high school? I'll buy it for you when we get back to the city tomorrow."

Qin Zhixin was stirring the wok and was stunned by this question.

"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly become filial?"

Qin Zhifeng didn't look at Qin Zhixin, but just used an iron skewer to pick the potatoes in the charcoal pile.

"Don't be so frivolous. Think about it carefully. Tomorrow when we go back to the city, I'll take you to break glass."

"You're crazy! I'm not a child anymore. If I smash the windows again, I'll be arrested by the police."

Qin Zhixin was speechless. Qin Zhifeng was a little confused at first, but he soon realized what was going on and was also speechless.

"What the hell are you thinking? Do you think I'm going to take you to cause trouble?"

"Is not it?"

"No, my classmate wants to open a gym. He's already bought the land, it's second-hand. It used to be a law firm. I'm done with my company, so you and I should go there and break down the windows. Maybe we can find something valuable."

"You're not going to use the money from selling junk to buy me something, are you?"

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't need your money! I might as well buy you a more expensive bag. You always carry that old canvas bag."

Qin Zhixin looked nonchalant. "What's wrong with a canvas bag? I don't have any money! Why don't you just give me the money for the bag and I'll buy it myself?"

"Mind your image. If I give you money, you'll either eat it or buy electronic devices. Then Aunt Tang will blame me for having the same bad taste as you."

Qin Zhixin didn't say anything. She was making chopped pepper fish head. She glanced at Qin Zhifeng sideways, feeling that her cousin was a little strange today, different from before.

She felt that Qin Zhifeng was really like an adult.

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Shou'an Town, Fuliang County, Jingdezhen City, Jiangxi Province.

Halfway through National Day, the place is quite deserted, even the streets are sparsely populated. Although Fuliang has been a bustling commercial hub since ancient times, and many remains of ancient official roads can still be found, before the founding of the People's Republic of China, transportation was primarily by river and land. Gan Province's mountainous, river-rich, and inland location were advantages, and thus it has always been a prosperous region. Many of Gan's prominent families have ancestors who were among the powerful officials who were dukes, dukes, and orphans.

The past was the past, and the present is the present.

Especially in the past few decades, sea transportation has become the mainstream. Any coastal port is more efficient than paddling a broken boat in the river. But these are of no importance to Liu Yujin, and these are also of no importance to Tang Manwen. After all, they are just here for fun.

It's a humorous fact: Shou'an's most famous attraction isn't its old tourist attractions, but the Xinping Porcelain Palace. It has no historical background; it was simply created by a bored local who posted photos online and went viral. Liu Yujin, however, knew nothing about it. He came here mainly because a childhood friend's family had started a business here, selling tea bags, which they say are doing quite well. They even built a hot spring experience center in Yaoli Ancient Town.

The Yaoli Ancient Town is different from those messy newly built ancient towns. It is truly ancient, but there are really no people there.

Liu Yujin's childhood friend was Zhu Jiang. They'd lived in the same neighborhood and hung out together. Zhu Jiang's family was in business, and they had businesses in almost every corner of China, though most of them were struggling. But if a few capable sons managed to carve out a career, they could at least help their relatives.

Zhu Jiang has an older brother named Zhu Hai, who is eight years older than Zhu Jiang. The tea business was started by Zhu Hai and his college roommates, and they are doing quite well. They are said to be selling tea bags, and their net profit is over 300,000 yuan a month. Each family can get more than tens of thousands of yuan in profit sharing.

Liu Yujin wasn't interested. To him, working so hard for so little money a month wasn't entrepreneurship. He came to Fuliang for two reasons: first, to relax and explore a new place. Second, to show off his girlfriend to his childhood friend Zhu Jiang.

Shou'an is quite far from Nanling. To get there, you have to fly to Jingdezhen first, then take a train, which is a shaky ride all the way to Shou'an Station. Once you get off the train, you're hit by a gust of cold wind.

The temperature had dropped for several days, and the midday sun seemed to have no warmth at all. Even when it shone on him, he felt little warmth. Liu Tingjin shivered unceremoniously. He was wearing quite a lot today, a cashmere sweater underneath and a co-branded jacket. But the fat man was frail, and he wore very few pants. When he got cold, he acted like he had ADHD, breathing into his palms and shaking his legs. In comparison, Tang Manwen's reaction was much better.

Today she wore a white sweater underneath and a plain woolen coat on the outside. This simple and elegant outfit matched her gentle yet charming features, making her look very intellectual. Seeing Liu Yujin like this, she took off her woolen coat and put it on him.