Loach Brother has never had such a dream since the second day he picked up a fishing rod!
As for why not since the first day, that’s because the dream that first night was shattered.
Anyway, tonight is a night of bountiful harvest!
One after another, grass carp, crucian carp, big carp... That expensive big bucket has finally been put to good use, almost full before dawn.
Loach Brother madly posted 18 Moments, and if he could buy a megaphone to proclaim to the whole world, he would’ve bought ten or eight already!
Who gets it! He caught so many fish! So many!
Don’t mention his excitement; even the fishing novices tagging along were uncontrollably thrilled, now eyeing the plastic bag he used for bait with green envy in their eyes!
"Stop fishing, you’ve been on that spot for another hour! It’s losing its effect!"
"Yeah, didn’t you want us to help test this thing?"
"Let me do it! I haven’t caught a single one today!"
"How could you catch anything? It’s not our lack of skills, look at the water swirling where he baited, who knows how they’re fighting down there?"
Ah, if you put it like that... Loach Brother can’t help but stare at the pile of big fish in his bucket.
Maybe it was the alcohol taking effect, they went from vigorous when first caught to dizzy and disoriented, their scales mottled, not exactly in prime appearance.
But of course, that’s irrelevant to the air force squadron!
Anyway, Loach Brother guesses: Did these fish get dizzy from fighting over the bait at the bottom?
Otherwise, how could all he caught be big ones?
Why are the scales all messed up ?
The smaller ones probably didn’t win the battle!
He looks at the little pouch of bait in his hands, now regretting: "I think this effect is pretty good, no need to test more..."
Although the bait only lasts an hour in the water, during that hour the fish were dizzy to the point of one catch every moment!
He’s satisfied with the effect!
But how could his peers possibly agree?!
Everyone stayed up with you from the dead of night until dawn, watching those slippery, ignoring fish make a cheap show of themselves onto the hook, everyone’s mouth watering with desire!
And now you say no need to test more?!
Therefore, led by the brothers around him, everyone scattered, quickly dividing up the remaining little pouch of bait.
When everyone opened the plastic bag, the strong scent of alcohol made them lick their lips:
"This... You even use such good alcohol for making bait?"
Could they afford it later?
But then again, the usual bait isn’t cheap either! Most of the time you end up with nothing but air bites, better spend money on an experience!
It’s just that this experience is a bit too cheaty...
So, Loach Brother watched as the remaining bait was divided among eight or nine people, each rolling a small piece the size of a fingertip and reluctantly casting it into the water...
Moments later, under each one’s baiting spot, the water churned, scales glistening faintly, everyone’s hook went down...
Five minutes later, everyone was smug, whispering: "Look at that water churning! Such force! Must be the big fish from this wild pond!"
Ten minutes later, everyone’s floats were quiet and still, the ripples slowly fading away,
And after another ten minutes, not a single fish on any hook...
"That’s not right!" someone stood up with an empty rod: "We all baited the same, did I use too little? I knew we shouldn’t have all divided it! The baiting has no effect!"
"But it doesn’t make sense! Just now the big fish in this pond were almost jumping out, it’s unreasonable that Loach got one every ten minutes, and the eight or nine of us couldn’t even catch a Lumpfish?"
"Let me see, let me see!" Loach Brother got anxious as well.
After all, he was on a trial mission; if it didn’t work, then, then... how could it possibly not work? He had so many fish in his bucket!
Then, a few brothers gathered, and the bait on the hook was untouched, not a nibble from any fish!
Loach thought for a moment, and finally, with a pinch in his heart, fished out a small bag of bait from his bosom, not waiting for his brothers to protest, he said:
"Come on, try threading this sorghum on the hook... I’ve tried several rounds, and it’s only the sorghum that works well. The others don’t work."
The air force guys: ...
Fishing for decades, who has threaded sorghum? If it wasn’t already daylight, they’d get dizzy just looking at the sorghum at their age!
Everyone reached out with skepticism.
Unexpectedly, Loach Brother pulled his hand back: "Come, I’ll distribute it—since we’re doing an experiment, we need to control the variables."
So, everyone’s hooks were each threaded with one, two, three grains of sorghum...
Three grains were the limit.
The steamed sorghum, soaked in liquor, still had some size to it, being soft and fluffy; with everyone’s small hooks, three grains were the most you could get on.
Any more... and Loach Brother had run out! In his hands, all that was left were corn, millet, and other ingredients!
It didn’t smell as fragrant as it did before.
In the mist lingering over the pond, everyone sat down quietly again.
But this time, movement came quickly!
In less than ten minutes, Brother Fisher with three grains of sorghum on his hook was already calling out: "It’s moving, it’s moving!"
The fishing float bobbed gently in the water, clearly something was nibbling on the hook!
He judged the right moment and gave a sharp pull—ouch! There was actually some weight!
So he didn’t dare to use brute force but rather reeled in the line slowly, and when the fish surfaced, he exclaimed in surprise:
"Whoa! It’s a big one!"
Indeed it was! A carp weighing about five or six jin!
Though not as tasty as other fish, this was clearly his badge of honor! A photo was a must!
Meanwhile, someone else whispered at a low volume: "Quiet, quiet... here it comes!"
Loach Brother went over to see—another crucian carp, about one or two jins in weight!
That’s some good stuff!
And with the whole pond growing lively, everyone gradually focused on their floats and started to reel in their lines, took a snap of their spoils first, and then in unison turned their gaze towards Loach Brother with a sycophantic smile:
"Uh, brother... could we get some more of that sorghum?"
Loach Brother took out his bag in frustration: "Look! Is there a single grain of sorghum left in here?"
Indeed there was none.
In their eagerness to get more grains on their hooks, the bait had been churned into a complete mess.
But everyone’s smiles only grew broader, instead enthusiastically crowding around:
"Can you ask if there’s any more of that bait? I’ll pay for it!"
"This bait is too wasteful to use for chumming; it has to be used on the hook—help us ask, how much for the sorghum?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I’ll also buy more, I found out that the one to bite first was the one with three grains of sorghum, and the fish caught are bigger too!"
"Loach, Loach, you ask now, hurry!"