Age: My Small World

Chapter 12 Fish farming
"Brother Yuanlong and the others are done?" Yang Jun clapped his hands, feeling the fishy smell all over his hands.

"Hey, how could Wang Yilong be a match for Brother Yuanlong? He just ran away after losing, and when he left, he even said that he would come again tomorrow. He's such a coward." Fan Yuanjie chuckled, looking quite disdainful.

There are more people in the Fan and Wang families, so there are more frictions. If there is something wrong, it is definitely not surprising that the two sides will fight over a disagreement.

"It's good to win." Yang Jun just nodded. He basically would not get involved in such things, so Fan Yuanjie was not surprised.

"By the way, Yuanjie, do you know of any place nearby with lots of fish? I'd like to go there and try to catch some fish or something."

He got back to the point.

"Fishing?" Fan Yuanjie scratched his messy hair, which looked like a hedgehog. It was also his fault for having a flat haircut, which made his hair explode when it came into contact with water.

"I remember there was a spacious area near Lijia Village. The water wasn't deep, but I saw my uncle and his friends catching fish there. The big ones weighed over ten pounds."

"Yuanjie, this is the place. Can you take me to see it?" Yang Jun's eyes lit up instantly. He had been wanting to catch fish for a long time.

The unground cornmeal at home is really a bit choking when cooked into porridge, and the desire to find something delicious to satisfy my hunger is growing stronger day by day.

While having dinner last night, he felt a little regretful about selling the fish last time.

Although we caught several fish weighing a few pounds today, there wasn't much meat. It would be best if we could find those weighing more than ten pounds.

"Xiaoshan, that place is no longer useful. My dad said he's been there so many times, but he can hardly find any fish."

With such a place, people who know about it will naturally not sit there and do nothing. After a long period of fishing, the place, which was originally small, has been almost completely fished out, and it is difficult for any fish to slip through the net.

Yang Jun naturally felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this, but despite this, he still wanted to go and take a look.

"It's okay, I'm just going to take a look and give it a try. I'm not really going to catch any fish or anything."

Seeing that he insisted, Fan Yuanjie naturally did not refuse.

The two of them simply rolled up their trouser legs and went downstream in the stream.

Lijia Village is located two or three kilometers below the small river. It is said that the water resources in their village are quite good. There are several small rivers flowing through, and rice can be grown, which is rare in the entire Shandong Province.

If given the chance, Yang Junting would like to find some rice seeds and then open up an acre of paddy field in the small world to grow rice.

He was actually from the south in his previous life and was more accustomed to eating rice than noodles.

Of course, noodles and steamed buns are also his favorites.

At this point, habits are no longer important. I feel happy just to have a steamed bun with two grains of flour.

I still remember the taste of the steamed bread I ate when I was sick last time.

In just half an hour, they arrived at the place Fan Yuanjie mentioned.

At a relatively spacious river corner, a swirling water flow formed, leaving behind a lot of river water.

The place is indeed not too big, only about a few dozen square meters. Dense footprints can be vaguely seen around it, indicating that people come here often.

Standing here and looking around, you can almost see the general appearance of another village, Lijia Village.

Li Xiaohua came from here, and Yang Jun's aunt Yang Qingping also married into Lijia Village.

In fact, Yang Jun had a deep impression of his aunt Yang Qingping. He remembered that he could get candy every time he went to her house, which proved that his aunt was very good to her family. His uncle Li Yanbing was also an honest man.

"Xiaoshan, come on, stop fishing and let's go take a bath in the water."

The place where we held our breath in the previous competition was just a shallow area, so it was not possible to take a bath. But the water here is about as deep as a person's waist, so swimming is naturally possible.

Fan Yuanjie couldn't wait to take off his clothes. It seemed that he came here to swim and take a bath.

After a day's work, taking a shower really helps you feel refreshed.

"Okay, I'll come down too."

Yang Jun carefully took off his straw sandals and set them aside, then took off his shirt and put it aside. As he walked to the edge of what was essentially a small pond, he could feel a hint of river sand.

They are naturally heading towards the non-flowing side, otherwise they would be carried downstream by the water flow.

"Oh, it's so comfortable." Fan Yuanjie's dark body slithered out like a big catfish.

As for Yang Jun, he secretly injected a trace of spiritual water into the water, which was extremely weak.

He didn't want to waste what he didn't have much of.

He didn't believe that all the fish in this dozens of square meters of river beach had been caught, so he had to give them a chance to have some soup.

However, a full minute passed, he walked across half of the river beach, and almost used up half a drop of spiritual water, but no big fish appeared. There were quite a few small fish, which enriched his pond resources.

Just when Yang Jun was about to withdraw his hand, his finger was suddenly hit.

"Sure enough, there are still some fish that slipped through the net!"

Just from the touch of that moment, he could feel that this fish must be big.

And the moment the fish approached him, it was naturally taken into his small world.

Yang Jun's gaze passed through the gray mist and looked at his own pond. There was a grass carp weighing about seven or eight kilograms in it.

"I waited for a long time, and finally it was not in vain."

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, feeling relieved that he had not wasted his spiritual water.

However, after waiting for such a long time, only one fish came. I'm afraid there are really no other big fish on the river beach. This directly put an end to his idea of catching fish and selling them.

"Or I can raise them myself and sell them."

Thinking of the magical effect of spiritual water, he believed that if spiritual water was added to the pond in the small world for a long time, special effects would occur.

"Yuanjie, the sun is setting, let's go back."

After taking another shower, Yang Jun called out.

"You're leaving so soon? Didn't you want to go fishing? I'll help you catch some eels."

Fishing with earthworms is almost common sense, and Fan Yuanjie is no stranger to it.

"I've been looking for a long time. What kind of fish is this? You and the others have caught it all."

Yang Jun poured a handful of water on him and said, "Hurry up and leave. If you come back late, your family will be worried."

Fan Yuanjie was not willing to be outdone, so he pushed the water over as well. For a moment, the two of them felt the joy of the Water-Splashing Festival.

"Stop, I give up, I'm leaving." As a result, Yang Jun honestly gave up.

"Hey, I got it. I'll be right up."

Seeing his innocent smile, Yang Jun grinned and turned to go ashore.

Half an hour later, the door of their home came into view, so everyone went home.

Instead of going back to the house immediately, Yang Jun made a rope out of grass on the roadside, strung two one-pound fish together through their gills, and carried them in his hands before going back.

After entering the fence, I saw my eldest sister squatting in front of the stove and making a fire.

"Sister, are you cooking?"

"Xiaoshan, go back to your room and lie down for a while. I'll call you when the meal is ready." Yang Hongmei said without turning her head.

Yang Jun first looked around the room. His mother was not there, so he handed the two fish hidden behind his back directly to his eldest sister: "Sister, look what this is."

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