Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 211 - 146 Society, My Honest Brother
Outdoor fishing, especially in environments other than stocked ponds, itβs quite normal to change fishing spots when the fish arenβt biting. Just like today, when not a single fish has bitten all morning, the anglers canβt sit still anymore. π§ππππΈπ¦π£πππ·ππ.π€π°π
Someone noticed that fish started biting at the East Bank where Zhang Yang was, and soon after, others packed up their gear and moved to the East Bank as if relocating.
In less than half an hour, the originally crowded West Bank was emptied, everyone moved to the East Bank.
One guy who had chatted with Zhang Yang earlier still remembered him, and after setting up his spot, he didnβt rush to cast his line but instead walked over to Zhang Yang.
"Hey, buddy, what meter rod are you using? I saw you catching quite a few from the opposite shore!"
Zhang Yang looked back at the person and smiled, answering, "An eight-meter-long rod! You came over too, big brother!"
The guy chatting pulled out some cigarettes from his pocket and gestured to Zhang Yang to get ready, Zhang Yang nodded, and a second later, a cigarette was tossed his way, which Zhang Yang smoothly lit and started smoking.
"I had to come over! Damn, todayβs fish are acting weird! Not a single bite on the West Bank! Is it because theyβre biting longer rods?" the guy asked another question.
Zhang Yang still smiled as he spoke suggestively, "I tried it on the North Bank too! The longer rod had no bites!
If Iβm not mistaken, when you came over yesterday, the West Bank and North Bank were occupied, but no one was sitting at the base of the dam on the South Bank and East Bank!"
The guy talking was in his early forties, with a square face and broad nose, looking quite steady.
Zhang Yang discreetly mentioned it, and the man immediately caught on.
"Youβre saying..." He didnβt finish, but his tone conveyed the understanding.
Zhang Yang nodded, "Iβm just guessing blindly. I canβt speculate without evidence! Itβs already late, even after switching here, itβs unlikely the East Bank will suddenly start attracting fish.
If you trust me, Iβll point you to a spot to try, maybe youβll catch a few fish!"
"Where? I trust you! With no nest or ground bait, and so many people around, itβs really not easy to fish!!"
The amiable guy didnβt doubt Zhang Yangβs words at all after hearing them.
Zhang Yang saw the man was interested and stepped down from the platform, then approached and whispered, "Near the middle of the South Bank, thereβs a spot marked with an arrow-shaped branch!
Cast an eight-meter-long rod towards the North, thereβs a nest you can try!
Thereβs fish at my spot here, the nest on the South Bank is unused now! Just to be clear, I donβt guarantee anything, you can try a few casts before deciding whether to move!"
"Alright, Iβll go and give it a try!" Upon hearing this, the man nodded repeatedly and headed to the South Bank with his rod.
This spot on the South Bank was baited by Zhang Yang a few hours ago, from the timing, if there are fish around willing to bite, it should attract some fish.
After all, Zhang Yang mixed Rice for Making Wine with mud to make the nest last longer, as the mud disperses slowly in the water and the Rice for Making Wine gradually appears, preventing the fish from devouring it all quickly.
Indeed, the situation validated Zhang Yangβs guess.
The man located the marked spot and cast a few times, catching a big bream weighing over a pound on the third cast.
This stirred up the anglers who had just settled on the East Bank even more. Some who arrived late without finding a good spot on the East Bank decisively packed their gear and continued relocating!
After catching the first fish, the man quickly ran back.
"Hey, you were right! There are bites on the South Bank too! Xiao Guang, Ming Ming, if the bites here arenβt good, come with me to the South Bank. This side is too crowded, the fishing spots are too cramped!"
"Okay! Cheng Ge, you go first, weβll try here, and if there are no bites, weβll come to find you!" replied a skinny young guy, but he didnβt move from his place.
Several anglers changed spots again, and suddenly it was a scene of chaos.
Time unknowingly passed to twelve-thirty, and the new anglers on the East Bank began throwing hand-made bombs to reinforce the nests again. Seeing his neighbors doing so, Zhang Yang took out half a pack of Rice for Making Wine from his box.
Since there were already fish at the spot, Zhang Yang wasnβt reckless enough to throw a bomb there, he took a piece of toilet paper from his pocket, wrapped the Rice for Making Wine in it, then without aiming carefully, lifted his wrist, and off it went!
The two-ounce Rice for Making Wine paper ball landed near his bobber, the toilet paper soaked up the water and slowly unfolded on the surface, while the Rice for Making Wine quietly scattered into the nest.
This precise baiting surprised the uncle with white hair beside him.
"Young man, you can bait with Rice for Making Wine like that? You tossed it accurately!"
Zhang Yang grinned and replied, "Not much to it, once you practice enough, you naturally toss accurately! Throwing bombs creates too much commotion!"
"You come out fishing with a cameraman too? Are you into art or something?"
The uncle was quite chatty, seeing Zhang Yang was easy to speak with, he started a conversation since there was nothing much to do.
Zhang Yang shook his head with a smile, "Just shooting fishing footage to post online! The art worldβs not my thing! If I were shooting, itβd be with pretty models, nobodyβs watching just a bunch of guys!"
"Hahaha!"
His joke drew kind laughter from nearby anglers.
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As time gradually reached around one in the afternoon, the bites at Zhang Yangβs spot quietly picked up again after feeding the nest, but he hadnβt eaten much breakfast and had been busy all morning, his stomach rumbled with hunger.
