Mandarin fish are carnivorous species and generally live alone, usually lurking at the bottom of rivers and lakes, preferring to hide behind rocks or lush grass. Especially in autumn and winter, they hide themselves in deep water, and they are often nocturnal, so now they can only try their luck when encountering mandarin fish, and if they can't do it, they will use carp instead.

Just do it, Liao Fan is also a resolute person, urging Zeng Gong to prepare fishing tools and set off for the fishing location, as for Lu Xin, she gave up the idea of walking with them on the grounds of cold weather outside, but from her eyes, she could see that this was not the intention of the drunkard at all, and this was not Winnie looking at her irresponsible master with resentment.

Zeng Gong didn't look at Pooh, and set off with Liao Fan with a wave of his big hand.

In addition to the abundance of water and grass in the Qinglian Ranch, there are many lakes and rivers, and countless lakes and rivers form a large and small water network, providing enough water for the entire pasture, even if Montana does not rain for a year, it will not threaten the survival of the pasture, of course, this situation is minimal, and the rainfall in western Montana is still very rich.

"Third child, are we going wrong? Are you sure you can catch mandarin fish here?" Liao Fan immediately questioned when he saw Zeng Gong park the all-terrain vehicle on the edge of a small lake.

"Hehe, boss, you don't understand, mandarin fish like to live underwater, especially in autumn and winter, they will sneak into deep water to prepare for winter, don't underestimate this lake, its water can be deep." If you want to catch mandarin fish in autumn and winter, Qinglian Ranch is definitely one of the best choices. Zeng Gong explained with a smile.

Although the lake in front of you looks small, it is even a little small. But it also has the appearance of seven or eight acres, and Zeng Gong has long known that there are many mandarin fish here, as for why there are, he is not very clear, anyway, either the previous owner is a foodie or the US government introduced Asian carp by the way.

"Well, listen to you. Liao Fan shrugged helplessly, he was not very proficient in fishing. In the past, I had only fished for carp in the Yellow River, and mandarin fish could only be for fun.

"Don't worry, boss. Definitely let you eat squirrel mandarin fish in the evening. Zeng Gong patted Liao Fan on the shoulder and began to unload the fishing tools from the car.

Then Zeng Gong came to the lake with a huge chainsaw, and by this time the lake was already frozen with a thick layer of ice, even the stream connected to the Qinglian River had been frozen with a thick layer of ice. Only a small amount of water under the riverbed can communicate with the Qinglian River. Other than that, it's completely isolated from the outside world.

"Wow"

Zeng Gong stood on the surface of the lake and seemed to be listening to something, and after a while he opened the chainsaw in his hand, and opened a hole with a diameter of half a meter on the thick ice near the center of the lake, as if cutting tofu, and then delicately pushed the ice up to the surface of the lake, and opened a hole not far from the side as he did.

Winter fishing is not an easy task, and most of the fish are due to the climate. In order to reduce consumption, they basically settle at the bottom of the water, and the body stiffens. It's slow, so be patient and be prepared for the cold, because you're competing with the fish for endurance.

However, Zeng Gong did not have such troubles, he learned from Sanders, that is, the use of animal offal secret bait, the attraction of fish can be fatal, especially the Angus cattle in the pasture, it is even more delicious, every time you use them to fish, it is simply a hundred shots and a hundred refreshments.

"Boss, use this. Zeng Gong gave the bait he had prepared to Liao Fan.

"This?" Liao Fan looked at the bait handed over by Zeng Gong and hesitated, although he was not a master of fishing, he still knew a little bit of basic knowledge, fishing requires professional bait, but is this dark and black thing in front of him that exudes a little fishy smell reliable, this is more speechless than tying earthworms to the rope in the countryside.

"Don't worry, this is the secret recipe of a handful of fishing masters in Livingston, I managed to get it, it's much better than the bait sold in the tackle shop, and it's up to us to catch mandarin fish today." Zeng Gong said with a smile.

"Forget it, you'd better give me some bait. Liao Fan shook his head resolutely, and decided to stay away from what was in Zeng Gong's hands, rookies have the consciousness of rookies.

"No, that's what I fished with. Zeng Gong shrugged his shoulders and said a little innocently.

"I" Liao Fan was angry in his heart, and was choked by Zeng Gong and had nothing to say.

"Okay, you're an uncle, okay, I'm fishing here, can you watch from the side?" Zeng Gong was simply defeated, and he was still picky when fishing.

After speaking, Zeng Gong ignored Liao Fan, hung the secret bait on the hook, and began to hook it by himself, as for the matter of throwing the bait, only a fool would do it in winter.

The cold wind was desolate, Liao Fan's face was red from the cold, he stood up from time to time and stomped his feet gently, sighed at his gloved hands, and didn't forget to look at Zeng Gong who was sitting there like a stone carving, he really regretted it, why did he eat any damn squirrel mandarin fish, otherwise he wouldn't have gone crazy and followed Zeng Gong here to fish.

"What, boss, are you cold?" Zeng Gong glanced at Liao Fan, who was stomping his feet, and asked knowingly, not feeling a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't this nonsense?" Liao Fan replied angrily.

"Huh. Zeng Gong smiled directly, in fact, he didn't want to come here to fish, because the treatment of Sheldon's son's injury needed the venom glands of the mandarin fish in winter, since Liao Fan was so obedient to dedicate himself, why not.

"What are you laughing at, come out to fish on a cold day, you can use ordinary grass carp or carp to make fish, can you use such a tall and tall one?" Liao Fan grumbled angrily.

"Carp?" Zeng Gong looked at Liao Fan strangely, and then asked weakly: "Boss, didn't you know about the customs of Lao Mei before you came to the United States, don't you know that Americans don't eat carp at all? Except for some important gathering areas of Chinese, there are no other places where they sell at all, let alone Livingston." ”

"Eh" Liao Fan was stunned for a moment, and then defended with some weakness: "Why don't I know, I just didn't react for a while." ”

"Well, isn't it okay for your boss to be an expert? But experts are experts, and we have to catch the mandarin fish before dark. Zeng Gong shrugged his shoulders lightly and started a new round of struggle. (To be continued......)