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Chapter 847: 837. Late Night Loach Brother

Boss Chang, despite all his soft and hard persuading, didn’t manage to get that much alcohol, but Loach Brother woke up in the middle of the night and pushed his wife aside, getting out of bed on tiptoe like a thief.

Tip-toeing out of the bedroom, he sneakily picked up his fishing gear and cautiously opened the fridge, treating a bag of sweet rice wine mash inside like a treasure.

After that, in the dead of night, there was only the “click” sound of locking the door.

At three in the morning, Loach Brother drove his BMW along the twisted routes of the GPS, stopping at a wild pond, where a group, dressed in storm attire and thick-soled boots without fear of bugs or snakes, were rummaging through reeds and bushes along the bank, then ca over with their flashlights.

“Arrived?”

“Arrived, arrived.”

“Got everything?”

“Don’t worry! You know the guys are just waiting for this stuff, how could I not bring it?”

“That thing you ntioned before, is it really that good?”

“We’ve been friends for so many years, would I lie to you? If we weren’t brothers, I wouldn’t even tell you about this.”

“Stop chattering, everyone’s ready, just tell us how to test it, surely we can’t just taste it ourselves, right?”

At that mont, in the center of the crowd, Loach Brother, with a headlamp on, proudly curled the corner of his mouth, his dark face reflecting a faint light: “How to test? Guys, make so room at a fishing spot for , I’ll bait the area, and you don’t crowd around.”

“Wait until morning, if I can’t catch ten fish, there’s no need to test it anymore. If I can catch them, the boys divide the bait and we try the effect together.”

“If the test goes well, next ti we dig for earthworms, I’m willing to give each of you three extra ones!” Even if it costs a lot, I have to grind so out!

“Damn!”

“Are you gambling with earthworms now? For real?”

“You should’ve brought it out earlier, we brothers aren’t stingy about spending money! You took out half an earthworm before, caught a fish weighing over ten pounds, and no matter how long we talked to you, you wouldn’t part with it.”

“Exactly! Let’s make it clear, I put in a lot of effort to find this notoriously difficult wild pond to fish, no matter the outco, we agreed to help you test, so you can’t back out on your earthworms.”

Loach Brother slled the bait several tis along the way, and that scent of wine! If it weren’t for the fear of encountering drunk driving checks at this ti, he’d be really tempted to stick his tongue out for a lick.

Now, when it cos to confidence, no one could outmatch him.

“Rest assured, if today’s bait isn’t effective, you na it, I’ll give it to you!”

While saying this, he swiftly found a spot on the pondside with everyone’s guidance.

He set up his stool, readied his fishing rod, opened the plastic bag, resisted the assaulting aroma of alcohol, and then reached out to grab a big handful of bait, pinching it into a ball—

Just as he was about to toss it out, Loach Brother thought it over, couldn’t bear it, retracted his hand, and split the ball in his hand in two.

Then, saving the slightly larger half for later, he chose a baiting spot and threw the rest out.

The brother beside: …

He looked at Loach Brother: “Are you serious? Look at how stingy you are! Even if you were throwing Flat Peach, you must let them have a taste!”

Who baits with so little!

“You don’t understand.”

Loach Brother’s expression was grave and cautious: “It’s really good, it might not be easy to get in the future, being frugal and saving so is definitely the right move.”

Needless to say, he had now truly mastered the stinginess of the Song Family.

While he was talking, another box was passed over from next door. The guy opposite seed to think he was looking too shabby, now showing a face full of leniency:

“I saw soone on TikTok the other day, talking about the old way of making this bait. I tried it out, and it’s actually pretty good. Here, you try it too.”

However, Loach Brother had a look and for so reason, pride oddly surged in his heart—

This bait doesn’t even appeal to , how could the fish want to eat it? Definitely no chance!

He handed the box back with confidence, saying:

“Nope, I’ve got sothing better.”

With those words, he opened the plastic bag again, pinched out a plump grain of sorghum under the flashlight, and carefully threaded it onto the hook.

But it was so small, after so thought, he pinched two more grains and threaded them as well.

Then he cast the rod with an incredulous gaze from his buddy—

Steady now!

Moonlight poured down like water, casting glimring ripples on the surface of the pond. The night wind, carrying dew, rustled the reeds and wild grass on the bank, and the sound of swishing could be faintly heard in the grass…

Fishern sat scattered in a circle, listening to audiobooks with Bluetooth headsets, sipping strong tea on the side, with their slender, long fishing rods stably held above the water—what a serene scene it was.

In this tranquility, suddenly soone shouted:

“Wow!”

The one wearing the headset hadn’t heard it, but saw a figure not far away stand up swiftly, then the rod quickly retracted:

“Here it cos, here it cos, here it cos!”

What’s coming?

The fish, damn it!

Loach Brother was about to explode with excitent!

Why was he nicknad Loach Brother? It was because of his utterly lousy fishing skills! Birds of a feather flock together—as were all the folks sitting by the pond today, all of them were notoriously bad fishern known on the forum!

And now, it hadn’t even been ten minutes since the hook was cast, how could there suddenly be a catch?

The fishing line, nearly invisible in mid-air, and the carp, about three pounds in weight, shone coldly in the moonlight, its fine white scales reflecting the light, as it thrashed around in mid-air, almost slipping off the hook and falling back down!

Had Loach Brother ever achieved such a feat?!

At this mont, his heart was pounding like drums, his hands were trembling as he reeled in, but finally, amidst the amazed murmurs of the onlookers as they leaned in, he managed to successfully place the fish into the usually empty, expensive bucket.

It’s only been a few minutes?!

The crowd gathered around, all talking at once:

“Holy shit, that’s got to be at least three or four pounds?!”

“That’s amazing, how did you hit the jackpot with this geomantic treasure spot so quickly!”

“That was close just now! You shouldn’t have just flung it out, you should drag it slowly with tension!”

Loach Brother was grinning from ear to ear, excitedly stamring: “I forgot… I have no experience in this… not even ten minutes… my baiting…”

He suddenly realized and quickly sorted out the hook again, pinched three more grains of sorghum onto it, and rushed everyone:

“Go, go, go! Get back to your spots! Don’t scare my fish away!”

After a bit, he muttered: “Got to make good use of the bait while it’s still dispersed, I must hurry up!”

Saying this, he swiftly cast the hook again.

Thinking it over, he couldn’t stay seated, couldn’t help but support the rod with his left hand and with his right, he took out his phone to snap a photo of the carp he had just caught, then speedily edited his social dia status—

[Not bad luck tonight, got one just seven or eight minutes after casting…]

Before he had finished editing, from the corner of his eye, he noticed his expensive, luminous fishing float moved again!

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