Go back to the past to be the fishing king

Chapter 87

"It's not just that I feel sorry for this thing, but I feel that this person's actions are a bit evil, but the taste of bait just now is a real skill!
A small move like changing positions is afraid that someone will stare at it. It's a good friendly match, don't let him screw it up! "

"He can come, it's considered a face! Those masters who hang out with professional fishermen all day, which one is the fuel-efficient lamp?
It's a good deal to exchange a small amount of money for a good ranking!Do you remember all the things he used for bait just now?Prepare a few more! "

"Still ready?"

"Of course, the backbone of the store supports you in the competition. You don't want to send some bait to show it? Can you change positions at that time? You also want to save this bait?"

"Okay, I'll make another fifteen catties!"

……

Besides, Chen Xueqiang, after driving away, he quickly called his friend.

"Hey, Xiaotao? Last time you asked me to mix the black pit carp bait for you. Do you want more? It's still hot after mixing. It's all top-quality imported goods. It costs 60 catties, and I can even equal 5 catties for you! I also bought some imported small medicines, and I will give you a bottle at a cost of 100 yuan! Hey, good, you can come to my house to pick it up later in the evening!"

……

For the next two days on Friday and Saturday, Zhang Yang would watch the store as usual, while the four of Lao Zhao and the others gathered in the store every morning, and then organized a group to go to Wenhe to practice golf.

When it was noon, Zhang Yang bought lunch and sent it to the river, and by the way, guided and corrected the problems in the training of several people.

The two days are very short, and it is definitely unrealistic to want to make Zhang Yang perfect by himself, but he has almost mastered the basics of the technique.

It's definitely not good enough to compare with professional fishermen, but participating in this small-scale regional friendly competition has already gained initial competitiveness.

On Saturday afternoon, after three o'clock, Zhang Yang called a few buddies and called them back to the store.

"It's still dark for a few hours, why call us back so early?" Wang Jun entered the house without doing anything, and first filled his stomach with tea with tons of teacups.

Zhang Yang: "The basic techniques have almost been introduced, and the remaining problems are not something that can be solved in a few hours.

There will be a competition tomorrow morning, and I will give you a brief overview of possible fish situations and reasonable countermeasures!

Come to fish this evening, the news from Lao Meng is that the fish is the best in the market, raw fish should be started first..."

From the basic judgment of the fish situation, the difference in the location of the lottery, and the follow-up adjustments under different fish situations, Zhang Yang explained many precautions to everyone in detail.

Usually, the details of this kind of analysis and response are trivially shared, but today is different, as long as Zhang Yang can think of the possibility, no matter how big or small, he will give an explanation and corresponding coping methods.

The four of them, including Lao Zhao, who was the oldest, all listened to Zhang Yang's lecture quietly like elementary school students who were serious about their lectures and eager to learn, and the sky darkened unknowingly.

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Early the next morning, just after four o'clock, Zhang Yang was woken up by the alarm clock.

After getting up and washing up, Zhang Yang rode his bicycle towards Meng Village next door without eating breakfast.

When we arrived at the fishing ground, it was [-]:[-], but no fishing friends came over.

The lights in Meng Xiangqiu's board room were on, Zhang Yang stood the car in a corner, knocked on the door and walked in.

In order to ensure the best fishing status and quality, Meng Xiangqiu almost stayed up all night last night.

The fish trolley didn’t come until after eleven o’clock, and it was already twelve o’clock after the single-basket weighed the fish, and the oxygen machine was roaring all night. Probability of accident.

"Brother Meng!" Zhang Yang came in and greeted him.

"Xiao Zhang came so early? Have you eaten yet?" Meng Xiangqiu got up from the camp bed and rubbed his bloodshot eyes.

"No, my friend will bring food later! Is the fish okay?"

"No problem! 1131 catties, I unloaded an extra basket for fear of bad fish! Authentic Tanghai carp! The quality of the fur is good, but the only thing is that the size is not uniform!"

"Uneven size?"

"Yes, the average is more than two catties, six or seven taels, the small ones are two catties and one two catties, and the big ones are more than four catties! They are all second-year-old fish!" Meng Xiangqiu said truthfully.

"Okay, I got it!" Zhang Yang nodded when he got the news he needed.

We stayed in the board room and chatted for a while. At around 04:30, the roar of the car outside sounded, and someone came.

Four cars, Lao Zhao and the others arrived at the fishing spot on time.

Zhang Yang unloaded his equipment from Lao Zhao's car, and then Wang Yan took out an extra-large red plastic basin with a diameter one meter smaller from the back seat.

This bath tub was specially arranged by Zhang Yang, and a large amount of loose gun bait was made at one time, and the tub was too small to handle.

Five people, Zhang Yang made fifteen catties of loose cannon at one time, and even more than a bottle of brown sugar paste was poured in without money. After more than ten minutes of hard work, the first loose cannon was ready.

Next is the hand food for rubbing bait, which is also checked by Zhang Yang himself. The water ratio, state, and taste type are all adjusted to the best state of bait performance.

Five people, one of them took a small basin and filled a basin. After distributing the bait, Zhang Yang was left with about three and a half catties. He put it all in a convenience bag and stuffed it into the fishing box.

After finishing all the preparatory work, the sky turned white and it was past five o'clock. Early fishermen arrived one after another, and the five of them took the breakfast they bought into the house to eat, and waited for the subsequent game to start.

Eat and drink enough, and the sky is bright outside.

Due to the organization of the competition, all 36 fishing spots in Mengcun Fishing Ground were fully booked today, and the car outside the gate stopped along the roadside to the village head under the command of Meng Xiangqiu.

The whole fishing ground is full of strange or familiar fishing friends walking around, making preparations before starting fishing.

This kind of occasion is the best place to test the popularity of a fisherman.

Among the more than 30 fishing friends, apart from a few members of his own team, Zhang Yang only knows a dozen or so. On the other hand, Lao Lang has many acquaintances, and there are people greeting him everywhere.

It was just six o'clock when there was a loud noise.

Old Zhao took a few glances, and whispered in surprise, "The old horse is here too!"

"Old horse?" Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this surname.

"Teacher Ma Yuhua Ma! The vice president of the City Fishing Association!" When Zhao Bingguang mentioned the old horse, he obviously showed some respect in his tone.

"Teacher bullshit! Deceitful stuff deserves to be called a teacher! Brother Qiang and I used to play in his shop. The last time we cut the big garbage thread, Brother Qiang bought it in his shop!"

Wang Yan also glanced through the window of the prefabricated house, and said disdainfully while pinching his nostrils.

Zhao Bingguang frowned slightly and explained to Zhang Yang in a low voice: "His things are indeed expensive, but his qualifications are there!

The small group of people in the competitive circle around City W basically played with him!The aging disciple, in the fishing circle of W City, is much more famous than Lao Lang! "

In fact, there is no need to explain, Zhang Yang also knows Lao Ma, and Zhang Yang also played in his shop for a while in his previous life. He does have skills, but he does not agree with him about his character.

But one thing Lao Zhao said is right, there are many disciples and grandchildren, and the popularity and influence in the local area are very large.

Unexpectedly, even he was shocked by a small friendly match.

(End of this chapter)