Song Tan Jishi

   Three in the morning.

  Zhang Yanping was jolted by the five serial alarm clocks he had set, opened the door and was jolted by the cool air, only then did he feel sober.

  The moonlight shone coldly on this simple farmyard, reflecting a hazy brilliance.

  The stove in the shed was neatly tidied up, and the five, six, seven and three treasures were not in their nests at the moment, but were sleeping in the firewood pile in front of the stove.

  I don't know what kind of dream I had at this moment, there was a humming and chirping sound intermittently, and the little paws were picking at the dead pine needles, making a rustling sound.

  On the courtyard wall full of iron nails and glass shards, a few furry black shadows danced nimbly, and they were already familiar with this place.

   Looking closely, there are more than a dozen gray-haired squirrels. Under the moonlight, the color of their coats is slightly shiny.

  Zhang Yanping touched his hair subconsciously—

  Eating nuts really nourishes hair, right?

   Otherwise, this gray-haired squirrel was a bit dry when he came, but now he looks fatter and fatter.

   And this is too courageous, squatting on the wall every day!

   Let’s talk about stealing, but it seems that I didn’t lose anything. But if you don't steal... what, I want to find a host for myself.

  He stared into the distance, under the clear moonlight, the whole village seemed to be covered with wisps of white mist. It's a pity that he is in the center of the thickest white mist, so he can't see it.

  I only know that the air has the smell of moist morning dew. For some reason, I feel refreshed and sober after smelling it.

  Put on his coat, took out the flashlight he had prepared in advance, and took his mobile phone. He opened the door quietly, and then walked to the empty side of the road and waited.

  The bamboo forest is accompanied by the sound of the wind, the occasional sound of fish and shrimp jumping in the pond, and the insects singing freely in the grass...

  But all the silence can't change the fact that it's only three o'clock in the morning.

  He stared at the phone for a moment, always feeling that something was wrong.

  By the way... why did he come to the village in the first place?

   It seems to be to escape the pressure of nagging and public examination, right?

  Because he just wants to be a rotten salted fish.

  Then now...

  The phone vibrated, and he turned it on, and it turned out that someone from the temporary fishing group Ait him:

  【Look at the navigation and you will be there in five minutes. Is the location accurate? 】

yes.

  Zhang Yanping replied smoothly, and then thought numbly:

  He got up at three o'clock in the morning and took the order of these ten people. A lunch box for each person is only 400 yuan, 100 yuan is divided into the production cost, and he and the seventh cousin get 150 yuan each.

   Is he selling fruit for less than 150 a day?

   Or is it that one hundred and fifty can buy him to get up at three o'clock?

   Zhang Yanping looked at his dazed face reflected in the camera of the phone, and for the first time couldn't help shaking.

  —He really doesn't seem to have any talent for business.

   Otherwise, why not go back and sign up for a training class and take the public test?

  But when I go back, I won’t be able to eat the food here...

  With just such a hesitation, the roar of cars and lights followed on the road in the distance.

  He instantly lifted his spirits!

  Good guy, just for me at three o'clock, if he doesn't sell two bowls of rice today, he won't be called Zhang Yanping!

  The other party drove a low-key BMW, got out of the car, and couldn't help stretching:

   "Oh, the air in this village is good!"

   Turning his head and smiling at Zhang Yanping again: "Brother, we are all on the same post bar, my own people, don't fool us."

  Zhang Yanping was determined to die: "If it works, just try fishing for a day."

  The other party is also not polite: "Let's go, get in the car, tell me where the pond is, I'll go and see a good fish mouth first."

  That's really not good.

  Zhang Yanping pointed to the phone: "There are still nine people behind, aren't you all good brothers? You'll be there soon, let's go together."

   "That won't work!" The other party jumped instantly: "My good brother can't delay my search for Yukou!"

   "I sneaked downstairs at one o'clock in the morning like a thief, and drove over. How can I be with them? I don't have a privilege to come first."

  Zhang Yanping was helpless.

   Now just give the other party a finger:

   "Did you see the bamboo forest? There is a pond behind the bamboo forest. You can choose the location at will. Remember to hit it with a stick in advance to avoid snakes."

   "Also, there are a few stones with our ground cages tied to them, just don't put them in the water."

   "That's OK!"

  The other party couldn't wait to open the trunk, carried the fishing rod on his back with one hand, and carried a heavy bag in the other, and rushed towards the pond full of ambition.

   To be honest, if there is fishing activity at work, then everyone will not worry about full attendance.

   Now it was only an extra ten or twenty minutes, and Zhang Yanping brought the last three middle-aged men who came over on motorcycles in padded jackets to the pond.

   "How long did it take to ride a motorcycle from the city?"

   "Oh, don't mention it, the road here is too difficult for you to walk, and I was worried all the way, and I rode for more than two hours."

  Zhang Yanping: …

  Although he is mixed in all the major post bars, the fishermen are obviously the most magical existence.

   Let them go to the gym, they say they can't stand the pain of exercise.

  They can ride bicycles and sit on benches with back pain, and watch the water all day and night. They are more active than anyone else.

  —Fishing guy, what a mysterious organization.

   But now everyone was staring at the pond, and couldn't help falling into silence.

  A pond covers an area of ​​two or three acres, and ten people are fine, quite spacious.

The issue is-

   "You are suspected of false propaganda! I thought it was a big pond!"

  Although three acres is not small, it is obvious that there is not so much harvest!

   "Brother, is the harvest in the field cage that you dried earlier, real or fake?"

  This pond is mediocre, why does it look so unreliable?

  Zhang Yanping had been prepared for a long time. At this moment, he dug out the ground cage left at night from the grass beside him, took out the plastic bag, and untied a small ball of chicken intestines that Song Tan threw into it.

   "Everyone, let's post together, and I won't tell anyone - this is an empty cage, if you are worried that there will be no fish in my pond, you don't have to."

   "Come here, appoint a random location, I will put the cage down, and I will collect the cage at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, can you see it?"

  Zhang Yanping seldom fishes, and everyone is not familiar with him, but the fishermen who are so active in this post bar have chatted with each other.

   Therefore, there is more trust between each other.

  So the middle-aged man who came first exchanged glances with the brothers, and then pointed:

   "Just here, you put the ground cage here. I will use my little horse to hold it down."

OK!

  Zhang Yanping is also straightforward.

  In the past two days, Song Tanke has planted a lot of ground cages, and the cement pond at home is almost full. The bad thing is that there are ten people to eat, and there is almost no room for two less.

  This pond is really magical, and the fish are all stupid.

  If Song Tan hadn't sworn that she would never lose money when fishermen came, Zhang Yanping really didn't want to do this business at three o'clock in the morning.