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... it, the time had passed eleven, and some anglers started selling their catch while Zhang Yang and his group packed up their gear.
"Boss, we’ve got fish!" Zhang Yang shouted, and soon Meng Xiangqiu responded from across the water.
In no time, Meng Xiangqiu came over, pushing a modified wheelbarrow.
"How did the fishing go this morning? How many did you catch?"
"Not bad, 26 fish, weighing about sixty or seventy pounds!"
Zhang Yang knew the temperament of hi ...
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