Go back to the past to be the fishing king

Chapter 230

At this time, Zhang Yang’s advantages of practicing pole and pinching fish here two days ago are reflected. What kind of fish situation needs to be matched with how high the frequency of throwing poles, and how long can a large-scale fish school be gathered for how long the nesting continues?

These details have been summed up during the previous rod practice, and the rest only needs to be executed step by step.

In this round, Zhang Yang still decided to catch a fixed layer to improve the catch as much as possible. He kept throwing for a few minutes and tried to keep a few shots to understand the changes in the fish situation. It was not until the No. 12 minute that he encountered the first high position. Interface!

With the interface, it means that the density of the fish school is almost gathered. Seeing this, Zhang Yang quickly adjusted his rhythm and started the first formal fish picking.

In the next 40 minutes or so, the fish situation was almost exactly the same as the stage when the speed of the fish per hour was over [-] tails during the practice.

Zhang Yang threw the pole very quickly, caught the fish in his mouth, waited for half an hour later, and then consciously released his mouth to catch the double tail, and his fishing efficiency was directly maximized.

In this extremely focused game state, time flies by,
Zhang Yang was completely immersed in the atmosphere of the game, only the fishing rod in his hand, the fish in the water, and nothing else existed in his mind.

After the float turned over, it paused slightly in its descent.

One second later, it will slightly go up to the height of a small black grid, and then it will pause for about half an eye. After the pause, it will either go up again or continue to hover.

In Zhang Yang's mind, what does each floating movement mean? Is there a fish catching the bait, or is it a tentative attack?

Or the first fish has entered, and the second fish is still testing?

Or the two fish swallowed the bait into their mouths, and the subtle differences in floating images were clearly reflected in Zhang Yang's mind.

After the whole fish fishing, Zhang Yang felt that it was very smooth and smooth.

Any small detail changes are constantly changing with the adjustment of Zhang Yang.
It's like in martial arts novels where one person practices swords and reaches the point where human and sword become one. No matter how you think about it, how you have it, how you adjust it, you can get feedback on the results quickly, and a fishing game is full of fun!

……

"Attention all participating anglers, there is still one minute before the end of the first game!"

A referee's reminder from the loudspeaker brought Zhang Yang back from his state of ecstasy.

Zhang Yang lowered his head and glanced at the electronic watch on his wrist, then glanced at the situation of the fishermen on both sides of his left and right hands out of the corner of his eye, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Number seven on the left is still jumping slowly, the mouth of the fish is not fast, but it hasn't stopped.

Fisherman No. [-] on the right was a bit miserable. After catching a little catch in the first half, there was not enough bait nests in the nest, and the more the fishing mouth became sparser,
He has stopped talking for a long time now, staring pitifully at the float and not interested in fishing, looking around from time to time to watch the movements of the fisherman.

One minute passed quickly, and the referee started a five-second countdown before the end.
Then, with the sound of the final whistle, all the participating fishermen put down their fishing rods.

"Hey, what's your name buddy? I saw you fishing very well just now! Have you been playing for a long time?"

Just as Zhang Yang put down his fishing rod and bent over to rinse the bait basin, the No. [-] fisherman on the left took the initiative to say hello to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang looked up at the other party, and replied with a smile: "Hi, my name is Zhang Yang! What's your name?"

"Wei Song! I'm from Wacheng! Originally, Quancheng signed up, but the venue was changed, so I chased to W City! Are you a professional fisherman? Who is the master? It seems that the basic skills of the technique are very solid!"

"Hey, I'm just playing around, I don't have a master! I'm a local in downtown W. I have a small fishing tackle shop. Come and play with friends!"

Seeing that the other party was chatting sincerely, Zhang Yang didn't reject this kind of communication, and talked in a very measured manner.

"Local ones? No wonder! Yesterday I came to practice poles, and the fish situation was a little bit bad. You should come to try the venues in advance, right?"

Wei Song nodded and found the answer to his doubts.

Zhang Yang continued: "You are late! Yesterday morning, the mouth was not good, and the pond was closed in the afternoon! The fish situation in the first two days was similar to today's competition. We have pinched the fish for a few days, so we know the fish situation better!"

"Add a WeChat friend? I have a question about fishing. I want to ask you for advice or something! I have no other hobbies, but I like to make friends who like fishing from all over the world!" Wei Song abruptly put forward a request to add friends .

In fact, for fishermen, especially for competitive fishing, there is still relatively little communication between unfamiliar fishermen. Most of the communication is in small circles, or friends with nepotism similar to friends.

Situations like Wei Song’s, where he was next to a strange fisherman in the lottery, and he had to add WeChat friends after a few chats, even if Zhang Yang had been chasing competitions for several years in his previous life, he rarely saw them.

However, this Wei Song gave Zhang Yang a good impression. He fished very well and spoke sincerely. Judging by his expression and tone of voice, he didn't look like someone who was too utilitarian or slippery.

Based on this first impression, Zhang Yang nodded without much hesitation, took out his phone and found the WeChat account for adding friends by scanning the QR code.

Holding the phone in his arms, Wei Song scanned Zhang Yang's QR code, and quickly submitted a friend request.

After seeing Zhang Yang's WeChat profile picture and nickname, Wei Song's eyes widened suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

"Famous fishing tackle is publicized. You're a local from City W. You can't be the master at making small yellow noodles, right?" Wei Song asked in a slightly exaggerated tone.

Zhang Yang grinned: "I made the little yellow noodles! Why, brother, you have used our products too!"

"Holy shit! It's really you! I said that you look a little familiar! I have been paying attention to the Heikeng Jianghu official account!

The little yellow noodle bait you made is so awesome, it’s sold like crazy here in Wacheng!What about Wang Yan, Han Qiang and the others?Coming to the game too?Why didn't I see it! "

As soon as he heard that Wei Song was a fan of the Heikeng Jianghu show, he even remembered the name of Wang Yan and Han Qiang.

Zhang Yang grinned: "The few of them went out to shoot live broadcasts, and competitive competitions are not what they are good at! It's just me, Meng Fan, and six little brothers who signed up!"

"Oh! That's it, that's a pity. I was thinking of getting an autograph or something. I like you very much!" Wei Song nodded, showing regret.

"Haha, you love me, everyone is a fisherman, not a celebrity, why are you signing an autograph? If you have a chance later, let Wang Yan treat you to dinner!"

"That's a good relationship! If you go to Wacheng in the future, you must also contact me, and you will definitely do your best to be a landlord!"

……

Originally, the two people who sat next to each other by chance drew lots, but after a simple exchange, their relationship quickly drew closer.

In front of Wei Song, Zhang Yang changed his WeChat nickname note, and also remembered this guy with a beard, thick eyebrows, big eyes and a straightforward personality.

Soon, the staff responsible for counting the scores came to Wei Song.

After some counting, the tail of 96 is not considered top, but it can definitely get a small score within five points of the group.

"I'm 96, you should be over 130, right? I see you fish very fast in the second half!"

After Wei Song signed the transcript, he turned to ask Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang raised his hand to pick up the catch, and dumped it into the big basin where the mantissa was counted.

"Almost, Hurry up at the back!" Zhang Yang nodded.

Soon the mantissa came out, 141!There were eleven more fish than Wei Song estimated, temporarily ranking first on the report card.

"Damn it, 141, this one point should be stable! Congratulations!" Wei Song took out a box of Red General cigarettes worth [-] yuan and threw one to Zhang Yang.

"Congratulations! There are three more rounds to come, and a small score doesn't mean anything! Let's work together!" Zhang Yang took the cigarette, took out the lighter and lit it for the opponent first.Then the two smoking guns began to puff.

After the results were filled out, Zhang Yang also signed his own score, and then he began to pack his equipment and prepare to leave the field to wait for the next lottery.

"Compete first, then contact Ang later! I'm withdrawing, and my friend is waiting outside!" Zhang Yang packed up his equipment and said hello, and walked towards the exit with the fishing box on his back.

"Okay! Let's talk when we have time!"

……

When Zhang Yang walked out of the arena with the fishing box on his back, Meng Fan and his six sons were already waiting in the assembly area outside.

As soon as he came out, the six sons leaned over with a smile on their faces, and said as if asking for credit: "Boss, Brother Fan and I played very well in the last round! I weighed 28.7 kilograms in mixed breeding! Brother Fan caught 31.3. The group should be all small points!"

"Yes? Not bad! When I came out, I was quite worried about your grades! It was better than I expected!" Zhang Yang grinned when he heard the grades.

For the third brother, Zhang Yang was lucky enough to draw a target fish. Meng Fan and the six sons both drew the No. [-] pond for mixed breeding in the first match.One is on the south bank and the other is on the north bank. Unexpectedly, they both got small points.Brother San's team is off to a good start.

"Brother Yang, how are you fishing?" Meng Fan also asked with concern.

Zhang Yang said confidently: "Except for Dong'an Dabian, everyone else should be younger brothers, not one or two, 141 tails!
Lao Ge’s adjustment of the opening rate of the fish in the pond is not bad. At first I thought it was embarrassing to catch slow fish!How do you mix the fish there? "

Meng Fan replied: "The fish situation in the mixed breeding pit is also good. The small yellow noodle loose gun nest you opened is very right. After a few shots, it will be puffed!

However, I still didn’t perform well. I was thinking about using a hard rod to try flying copying, but I made mistakes several times and wrapped a pair of big lines. Otherwise, it is estimated that I could pass 35 kilograms! "

"More than 30 kilograms in mixed breeding is enough! Don't rush and take your time!" Zhang Yang nodded.

"Next game, brother Yang, do you think the fish situation will change a lot? How to fish in the No. [-] and No. [-] pits?" The six sons continued to ask curiously.

Zhang Yang glanced at Liu Zi, and replied with a smile: "This question made you ask! I was just about to say it.

Good luck with the first round, it was the result of a night of rest, after a round of fishing, the next round of fishing may not be so good!

Prepare with both hands, if there is a fast fish to fight the fast fish, if there is no fast fish, you still have to be prepared to embarrass the fish!Personally, I prefer the mouth will not be too good. "

"Is the polyculture of fish affected so much? When I was practicing, I felt that the mouth of the carp in the polyculture pond was very tricky. If the sub-line is thick, it will always be empty. Today, the mouth of the fish is obviously much more solid, but it has become less slippery! What's going on?" Liu Zi continued to ask the second question.

"The amount of bait is too large to grab food! Has the fish drawn to the interface position away from the bottom?"

"Yes! I listen to you, the loose cannon is very big! The last game was full of a large pot of loose cannon! Don't worry about chatting, the bait needs to be opened a little more!"

"Get the yellow noodles in the car and keep driving!"

"okay!"

Liu Zi trotted to the car to get yellow noodles, Zhang Yang and Meng Fan lit their cigarettes again, chatting and waiting for Liu Zi to come back.

While chatting, Zhang Yang accidentally glanced over and saw Wei Song who was next to him in the previous game again.

This guy was all alone next to a red duiker on the outskirts of the parking lot, not knowing what to do.It looks lonely and out of tune with the lively game scene.

"What are you looking at, Brother Yang?" Meng Fan noticed Zhang Yang's gaze and asked curiously.

Zhang Yang came back to his senses and smiled, pointing in Wei Song's direction with his chin: "A fishing friend next to the game just now! He is also a fan of our Heikeng Jianghu! He came all the way from Wacheng to chase the game. I thought I was forming a group with my friends, but I didn’t expect to be a lone ranger!"

"Did you catch fish well?"

"Let's do it, it's quite satisfactory, maybe a little better than you and the six sons' actual combat experience!"

"Oh!" Meng Fan responded and did not continue this topic.

After a short while, the six sons came back with the bait, and Zhang Yang made up for the two brothers on the spot. The three brothers were chatting and laughing, waiting for the second game to start drawing lots to enter.

At 09:30, the loudspeaker sounded again to remind the participating players to draw lots and prepare to enter the arena. The three brothers Zhang Yang strode towards the lottery area.

The lottery process is exactly the same as the first lottery. After the on-site lottery check and count the number, put it into the lottery box, and call out the name to draw a number.

The draws for the four games are completely random. No matter whether the target fish is drawn or mixed in the first game, it will not have any influence on the draw of the second game.

While waiting for the lottery, Zhang Yang deliberately observed the state of Xialiuzi and Meng Fan. After the baptism of an actual combat match, the two brothers are no longer as nervous as they were before the first match, and their limbs naturally relaxed. Call the name and go to the front to draw lots.

This time it was Liu Zi who called out his name first, and this guy swaggered onto the stage, and took out a number lottery with a quick grab.

When he opened it, Liu Zi's mouth opened happily.

Target fish A20
The object of No. 20 is Yukeng, No. [-], District A, South Bank.

There are only forty fishing positions in one pit, which are divided into two groups, AB and AB, each with twenty fishing positions, and the six men actually caught a large edge position in the southeast corner.

After the staff recorded the lottery numbers, Liu Zi walked off the stage excitedly.

"Haha, Brother Fan, Brother Yang, I smoked a big side!"

"Fuck, you went out and stepped on dog shit! What kind of luck!" Meng Fan smiled and couldn't help complaining.

"Don't be shy, you have to fish hard even if you draw the big side!" Zhang Yang also reminded.

"Don't worry, we promise to complete the task!"

……

After a while, Zhang Yang's name was called to draw lots again.

Zhang Yang casually grabbed a stick, opened it and frowned deeply after reading it.

Damn, what kind of luck is this!

(End of this chapter)