Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 196 - . Who is the Air Force_1
Chapter 196: 196. Who is the Air Force?_1
Chapter 196: 196. Who is the Air Force?_1
Five o’clock in the afternoon.
Zhang Yanping sauntered across a lush green grassland, casually plucking a withered, fluffy silvergrass with white blossoms, while the golden pointer on the little scale he carried had already become somewhat blurred, leaving only the sliding weight spinning around.
By the pond.
A group of burly men was still sitting steadily, and by the look on their faces, each one appeared to be filled with pride and satisfaction, having made a great catch.
Then, looking at the bucket by their feet…
Zhang Yanping sheepishly retracted his neck, “Sometimes, you know, you just can’t boast about it.”
Take a look at this guy, who came in a BMW this morning, whose fishing rod must have cost at least a good five figures, not to mention sports shoes and a windbreaker, both branded. Early in the morning, he was sharing what kind of hook and bait he used and how unique they were.
But the fish in this pond don’t care about that!
Look!
In this folding bucket, there are a total of three loaches, five lumpfish, and two wheat ear fish.
Other than that… not even a little shrimp was caught.
Zhang Yanping hemmed and hawed for a while, but in the end, he could only awkwardly say, “Brother, you’re a bit out of luck today…”
Next, look at the second guy, right! He’s the one with the four-digit priced fishing rod, who ended up catching a small crucian carp about ten centimeters long.
Besides that, he could also muster up a handful of lumpfish and wheat ear fish—a heck of a catch. If they keep fishing like this, the pond won’t run out of anything, except maybe the lumpfish and wheat ear fish would be wiped out!
Seventh Uncle was right; those fish are indeed greedy and foolish!
He walked around the pond once, feeling his calves almost spinning in circles, only to awkwardly end up standing back in his original spot, and then stuffed the little scale back into his waistband.
The weight hung heavily, much like his heavy heart.
Why bother weighing? What’s there to measure, when the biggest catch here is just a single carp?
And it’s not even that big.
“Well…”
Even a social butterfly like him was at a loss for words, thinking for a long time before he was able to sort out his speech, “Everyone, it’s five o’clock, and we all know the rules of fishing.”
“Given that everyone is new here and the luck hasn’t been great, let’s skip the weighing today and just look with our eyes.”
“Today’s winner is the guy who caught the carp—congratulations, Brother Carp! You will receive a cup of our exclusive green tea! That’s the kind priced ten thousand per jin. Would you like it in your thermos, or shall we serve it in our own glass cup?”
Brother Carp was overjoyed, bursting into hearty laughter at that moment: “Hahaha, see, I told you I’m good at this, hahaha!”
Now, looking again at the little catch in the big bucket, it seemed particularly pleasing to the eye, as if what was caught wasn’t an insignificant carp but a bluefin tuna worth its weight in gold.
As for the prize, the green tea or whatever, he wasn’t really interested.
Instead, he rubbed his belly, pondering: Although he hadn’t fully digested the two bowls of rice from lunch, he wondered if he could buy an additional dinner. If possible, packing a few extra to take home would also be nice…
Zhang Yanping, meanwhile, had already regained his composure.
“Furthermore—”
He looked around sheepishly, then turned to the burly man beside him:
“Brother, looking at your catch today, only three loaches… sorry about that. Whenever you’re free, how about we schedule a day to clear weeds here.”
Brother Loach’s face had turned green.
He had been fishing for many years and not without empty-handed days, but never had he experienced anything like now! Others would casually set a trap and nearly drag him into the pond, while he, despite using good bait and hooks, couldn’t catch a single decent fish.
Just three loaches—could those even count as a dish when he got back?
His face was pinched with frustration, and he wasn’t looking good, but he was also someone with a reputation to uphold on the forums; skipping out on debts was not something he’d do.
Then, he glared at Zhang Yanping, saying resentfully,
“Brother, I’ll definitely work for you, and I’ll come tomorrow. But can you think of a way to find me a place to stay in the village? I’ve registered for the fishing day after tomorrow.”
He refused to believe that in such a big fish pond, there wouldn’t be a fish he couldn’t catch!
This time, it was a battle of dignity!
Zhang Yanping, on the other hand, had underestimated the fisherman’s determination and was caught off guard upon hearing this.
But who was he?
He was Zhang Yanping, with a contact list full of connections!
Having spent so many days in the village, there wasn’t a household he wasn’t familiar with, so he agreed confidently, “Sure, deal!”
But he still had to say, “Brother Loach, we cover your meals while you’re working, but for tonight’s dinner and your accommodations, I’ll have to find you a place. If you’re willing, you’ll have to fork out some money.”
In the village, it wouldn’t be a problem to host someone for one night, but this was about business (which hadn’t been settled yet), and it wasn’t worth owing someone a favor over.
Besides, the villagers were mostly older folks with little daily income, so if there was a chance to help them earn something, Zhang Yanping wanted to take it.
Staying in a farmhouse could cost several hundred yuan a night, so asking for fifty yuan shouldn’t be a problem, right?
To his surprise, as soon as he mentioned this, Brother Loach couldn’t help raising his eyebrows and even broke into a smile, saying, “Are you saying… dinner is still at that price? Then I’ll book three portions in advance!”
Zhang Yanping’s brow twitched.
The fellow clearly had ulterior motives and wasn’t just interested in the food.
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He did plan to make some money from selling meal boxes, but aside from the fishing reservations, he couldn’t simply agree. Otherwise, for just a little income, Seventh Uncle would have to cook meals for several more persons each day, which really wasn’t worth it.
He hadn’t forgotten that the main reason for inviting these fishers was to make money off them by selling more honey and tea.
So he waved his hands repeatedly, “No, no, we can’t cover dinner. I’ll find you a place to stay, and you can join them for dinner.”
All the while he explained gently, “Brother Loach, as you’ve seen, we country folk do hard work, and our meals are substantial. We’ve got ribs, roasted pork, and even eel and carp.”
“I told you today, my vegetables are twenty yuan per jin, and that’s no lie—I sold them at the market for a couple of months.”
“At this cost, a bowl of rice for forty yuan would see us losing money, let alone the price we’d be asking. It’s too expensive.”
“It’s not economical for you to eat it, and it’s not for us to serve it. I’ll find you some authentic farmhouse cuisine.”
The more he said this, the more Brother Loach got excited.
People like him, traveling all over the place in their cars, what kind of farmhouse food hadn’t he tried? He had experienced all sorts of price points.
But even those meals costing hundreds or thousands—I mean, the taste is just so-so! They used to seem alright, but now compared to this, it’s just worlds apart!
After tasting the Flat Peach Banquet, who would want to go back to cold buns?
Brother Loach earnestly shook his hand, “Brother, I’ll stick with your meals. Just name your price per meal!”
