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Rod loaded the car, and Da Gui Wang drove back to pick up Calmly, heading towards Wang Ergou and the others at the Fishing Spot.
Once the car was parked, Calmly hurried to put the fish in the cooler while Da Gui Wang busied himself unloading the vehicle. They carried five tents, ground mats, sleeping bags, and various lights to the Fishing Spot in multiple trips.
Taking advantage of the daylight, they quickly leveled out the campsite and set up the tents, preparing for a night of fishing that would eventually lead them to retreat into their tents for sleep. After moving everything over, the group began to pack up their rods and set up their tents. In fact, Wang Ergou and Shui Bi Zhang hadn’t really fished all afternoon; they had been scheming about these Fishing Spots instead!
The five of them switched between four different Fishing Spots, while one stubbornly remained at a single spot, showing no signs of leaving anytime soon. While others were catching floating fish like Qing Cao Lian Yu, their bait was immune to it. If they caught too many White-striped Wheat Ears, it would attract Huchen, making things even more complicated.
Using Qiao Zui should yield results, but if he caught a few Qiao Zui, he would be even less inclined to leave. Moreover, Qiao Zui wouldn’t bite on sour bait either; attracting them was futile.
“Turtle Brother, that old man is all yours! We can’t handle him anymore; we need you to step in. Otherwise, one of us will have to go off to fish with lures,” Shui Bi Zhang whispered to Da Gui Wang as he walked by.
“Is that old man really that difficult? You can’t handle him?” Da Gui Wang looked at Shui Bi Zhang in surprise. “Is he really that scary?”
After assigning his tent duties to Shui Bi Zhang, Da Gui Wang moved closer to the old man and offered him a cigarette, hoping to strike up a conversation.
“Sir, are you fishing for Qing Cao Lian Yu?” After searching around for a while without spotting Yu Hu, Da Gui Wang scratched his head; this mountain was proving tough to conquer!
Despite not having any bites all afternoon, the old man remained steadfast—quite persistent indeed!
“I don’t smoke,” he declined Da Gui Wang’s offer of a cigarette and poured himself a cup of tea from a thermos that held at least two liters. He placed it aside and said, “I’m from Hunan; I just love Chopped Chili Fish Head.”
“There are plenty of Ganjiang fish here, but this Fathead Fish is quite tricky to catch. If I squat here for a day or two, I might not catch a single one!”
Once the old man spoke up, Da Gui Wang understood. This old man was a foodie; while they were trying to outsmart him with tricks, he wasn’t falling for any of it! He appreciated good food and preferred wild catches despite them being more expensive in the market—he had standards!
“Come on now! Is it really that exaggerated? Fatheads are easy to catch! Just watch me reel in a few! If I catch one, you have to let me taste your cooking!”
The old man wasn’t fishing for sport but for food; as long as there were fish involved, that Fishing Spot would be easily conquered!
“Alright then! Nothing under eight pounds is worth eating. If you can catch one over eight pounds within an hour, I’ll treat you to authentic Hunan Cuisine!” The old man’s eyes sparkled with interest as he glanced at Da Gui Wang.
He knew these young guys were skilled; that big Huchen they had seen earlier must have weighed at least thirty pounds!
However, Dace is impressive, but catching Fathead is not necessarily easy, as Fathead has high standards for bait.
It's settled! With that, Da Gui Wang immediately returned to the car and rummaged through to find a pack of Mullet Wo Liao. There wasn't much of it; Shi Tian didn't stockpile this item in the store. This particular pack was one that Shi Tian had discarded from the Fishing Box because it was taking up space, and Xiao Feng had brought it out.
After leaving Sanya, Xiao Feng's supplies had been thoroughly searched by them, and he remembered this pack of Wo Liao clearly because Xiao Feng had specifically warned him: either don't open it at all, or if you do, be prepared for the smell to fill the car!
He scanned the instructions for use and dug out the Eight-Meter Long Rod that Xiao Feng had brought. He opened his Fishing Box and set up the Line Setup before sitting down next to the old man with the Fishing Box in hand.
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