Stretching out her hands in the early morning, she quickly opened the blue sky, and the bright moon sister took a look at the blazing sun uncle, and then retreated to the horizon shyly.

Lu Zheng got up early, and rushed to the crayfish breeding base that had been contacted in advance with the faint morning light.

For a whole morning, he inspected the three breeding bases non-stop, and after shopping around, Lu Zheng finally selected the crayfish in Futuo Villa.

Ten acres of fish ponds, he chose relatively large juvenile shrimp, with a body length of about 2.5-3 cm, stocking 20,000 per mu, a total of 200,000 juvenile shrimp.

The cost of juvenile shrimp is not high, costing less than a thousand. However, other expenses such as water and fertilizer, aquatic plants, and palatable bait account for a relatively large amount.

After signing the contract, Lu Zheng paid a 30% deposit, and the farm began to stock up on the same day, promising to deliver the fish pond in two days and provide technical support.

After learning about this important event, Lu Zheng bought a ticket to go back that night at the station, and then rushed back to Bishui Mountain Residence.

In fact, his original plan was to purchase shrimp seedlings, and then go to the Huaiyin Aquatic Market to find some fish suitable for polyculture, suitable for shrimp soldiers.

But he was worried that things would change in the fish pond later, so he gave up on the plan. Returning to Bishui Mountain Residence for a short rest, if the fishing competition is decided to be rematched, he will retire directly and go home, not caring about the 50,000 yuan at all.

However, the development of things was somewhat unexpected, and yesterday the organizing committee of the competition held an emergency meeting, and after seven hours of discussion, a decision was made.

The schedule of the fishing competition has been revised from six games in two days to three games a day, and all the results of the second day will be invalidated, and the ranking of the competition will be based on the results of the first day.

Regarding the scandal of fishing nets, the three national-level referees of the organizing committee of the competition unanimously agreed that it must be strictly investigated, and the murderers must be found out and severely punished, otherwise the face of the Huaiyin Fishing Association, the Organizing Committee of the Futuo Mountain Villa Competition, and the organizers of the event will inevitably be affected.

After mediation by the Deputy Director of the Tourism Bureau, the program of the Five Lakes Fishing Channel was agreed to be re-edited from a more formal competition overview to an entertainment program that favored public fishing.

There was no grand award ceremony, the organizers of the organizing committee of the competition symbolically congratulated Lu Zheng, and after handing him the prize fishing tackle and 50,000 yuan in cash, he did it hastily.

For this result, Lu Zheng was not the slightest dissatisfied, he didn't want to be too ostentatious, he was tired of those messy procedures, anyway, as long as 50,000 yuan was in hand, the less trouble there were, the better.

50,000 yuan, minus the cost of going back and forth and the cost of crayfish, there is still a lot of money, which is worth the trip.

After simply packing his luggage, Lu Zheng rushed to Hongze Lake with a large suitcase bought in Caixian County. After finding a hidden place, my mind moved.

A blue carapace suddenly surfaced, and its size grew to an astonishing half a meter long, and the iron fist under the shrimp's head was like a small iron hammer, and its expression was extremely majestic.

There is a proverb in the United Arab Emirates that says: Turn grief and anger into strength, and turn sexual desire into appetite.

Liu Neng, who was full of hormones and had nowhere to explode, obviously executed this proverb very thoroughly, especially the black and shiny eyes, which looked like they were starting to glow green.

Lu Zheng can guarantee that a sparrowtail mantis shrimp as big as Liu Neng is the only one in the world. It is conceivable that once Liu Neng is known to the public, it will definitely cause a huge sensation, and its rarity, ornamental value, and research value are absolutely incalculable.

However, once it is discovered, it will not escape the fate of laboratory sections.

For the sake of insurance, Lu Zheng deliberately bought a suitcase with a water storage bag in it, and he didn't even dare to do it by train, and the tickets he bought were also cheap car transportation, so that he could board the train halfway and avoid the security check.

After putting Liu Neng like a suitcase, check the tightness. Lu Zheng returned to the room and transformed a part of the spiritual water to alleviate Liu Neng's pain from a long journey.

Now that everything is ready, all I have to do is go home. Before leaving, Lu Zheng had some other things to do.

Holding a delicate packaging box in his hand, Lu Zheng knocked on Huang Mingde's door. This amiable and open-minded old man made him admire him very much, so he specially prepared some unique gifts to say goodbye.

"Come in. ”

The door was not locked, Lu Zheng pushed the door in, and at a small table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, an old man in a white Tai Chi suit, staring at the green mountains and green waters outside the window, holding a brush in his hand, was splashing ink.

On the spread of rice paper, the green mountains, the rippling green water, and the crisp green trees, each stroke is unambiguous, orderly, and leaping on the paper.

The painting is basically finished, and there seems to be no need for additions. Lu Zheng politely stood aside and waited quietly.

Huang Mingde stared out of the window, suddenly picked up the pen, and delicately depicted a crying oriole on the branches, vivid, very smart, can be called the finishing touch.

After finishing, Huang Mingde put down the pen, turned his head and smiled at Lu Zheng and said, "You look at my painting, how about it?"

Lu Zheng scratched his head and said shyly: "At a level of appreciation like me, there is only one word 'good-looking'." ”

Huang Mingde smiled: "You kid, you are very honest. I'm really afraid that you will say something that is moisturizing and proper. That's not as good as two words: 'good-looking'. ”

Speaking of calligraphy and painting, Huang Mingde was quite interested, and after waving his hand to signal Lu Zheng to sit down, he said with a yearning expression: "Northern Qi and Southern Huang, there is no modern painter like the two, and my level is still far behind." By the way, kids, I have to congratulate you on winning the championship. ”

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Old man, how mixed the water is here, you don't know it." I think fishing is still a mood, and it is necessary to exhaust all means for the ranking, which belongs to the end of the book. ”

"Right. Huang Mingde nodded and smiled: "Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow." A lonely boat, a herring fish, a pot of good wine, swimming in three rivers, pan five lakes, freedom in the waves. That's the fun of fishing. ”

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Wouldn't it be beautiful to have another red face to accompany you?"

"You kid......" Huang Mingde couldn't help laughing: "Interesting, interesting." If I'm a few dozen years younger, I'm afraid I'm just as you think. ”

After chatting with Huang Laotian for a while, Lu Zheng said sincerely: "Huang Lao, being able to meet you is really the biggest receipt of my fishing competition." I have come to say goodbye to you this time, and I have a small gift for you. ”

Lu Zheng opened the packaging box on the table and revealed an ancient book "The Story of the Three Towers of West Lake". In fact, when he was visiting the county seat, he planned to prepare some gifts for Huang Lao, but it was too vulgar to give supplements, and it was too expensive to send calligraphy and paintings to celebrities.

This book is said to be an ancient book, barely a book in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and the stories in it are not original. Just looking at the name, it's a bit like a travelogue, but in fact, this "The Story of the Three Towers of the West Lake" is a real romance story, and it is still a relatively heavy human [beast].

tells the love story of Xi Xuanzan, a descendant of Lin'an Mansion, who fell in love with the snake demon Bai Maonu. It is also the prototype story of the famous love story "The Legend of the White Lady", which is well-known to women and children.

This ancient book is a mass-printed product, and its age is not very old, and its actual value is limited, but it is extremely collectible.

Huang Mingde first excused himself, but when his hand smeared the cover, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he couldn't help but pick it up and twist the pages carefully.

This book is a thing of the Dragon Palace, and it is a mortal thing, but after being nourished by the aura of the Dragon Palace, the Dragon Lord flipped through and explored, and there was an indescribable heavy breath of history.

Huang Mingde flipped a few pages carefully, gently sniffed the pages of the book and exuded the fragrance, his eyebrows were already full of joy, and he couldn't put it down: "It's really a good thing, this feel and this taste, isn't it the writer's desk reading?"

Lu Zheng smiled slightly, and said secretly in his heart: This is a serious eight-hundred-year-old immortal handscroll.

Huang Mingde was a little reluctant to say: "No, no, it's too precious." But he really loved it very much, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he patted his thigh and said, "In this way, I will give you the painting I just made, which is an exchange." Otherwise, I won't be able to take it. ”

"Okay. Lu Zheng smiled happily, and said a little embarrassed: "Huang Lao, I heard that you are a master of calligraphy and painting, can you help me write a few words?"

"It's a gesture. Huang Mingde smiled: "What do you want to write?"

Lu Zheng pondered for a moment and said: "I plan to open a fishing house recently, mainly for shrimp farming, do you see any ancient poems and famous sentences, which are more appropriate?"

Huang Mingde thought for a while, got up, unfolded a pair of rice paper, held the pen and groaned, the pen was like the wind, the vicissitudes of handwriting, the pen was clumsy, the pen type cotton ring, the glyph was wonderful, and the eight big characters were sprinkled with Yangyang:

"It's got a stony creek, and there are shrimp and water. ”

After writing this letter, Huang Mingde stamped his private seal and suddenly asked, "Your fisherman's house can take the name of the store?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. ”

"Okay, I'll send you a complete one. ”

Huang Mingde groaned and wrote down three words.

"Degotta Shiju. ”

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