Yang Huairen tilted his head to see that this old man was in his sixties, and he was also wearing a gray cotton coat, and he also put on a sheepskin jacket outside, a pair of thick-soled leather boots, in addition to his body shape was a little fat due to his age, even his height was about the same as Yang Huairen. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In other words, the two of them are clashing. Yang Huairen smiled and shook his head, "This old man, you can sit casually, the kid is in a panic, you are here just in time, let's have a good partner." ”

The old man was originally quite polite, but after listening to Yang Huairen's words, he sat down, didn't look at him, and muttered, "No one, no one, long-winded for a long time?" ”

Yang Huairen was angry in his heart, and secretly said that your old man is too choking to speak, if it weren't for your age, my buddy would definitely let you go to the lake for winter swimming and exercise.

Since people don't like to take care of it, then let's catch our own fish, Yang Huairen pouted and persuaded himself not to compete with an old man, but the old man refused to stop, fiddling with the hook and fishing line in his hand, and his mouth was still chattering and complaining about something.

"Now these boys are getting more and more disagreeable, Daming Lake is not their own home, and sticking a bamboo pole by the lake is the place you occupy? Why don't you go to the door of the yamen and put bamboo poles? Is the yamen also opened by your family? ”

Hearing this, Yang Huairen couldn't help but snicker, he kind of understood what was going on.

Daming Lake is fertile and has a vast water area, and Liu Fenghe, a talented man of the Qing Dynasty, once wrote a wonderful pen in the Tiegong Ancestral Hall of "lotus flowers on all sides and willows on three sides, a city with mountains and half a city lake" to praise the scenery of Daming Lake.

Daming Lake is also because of the abundant lotus flowers and aquatic plants, abundant food so that there are many kinds of freshwater fish in the lake, until the end of the Qing Dynasty, can also produce 300,000 catties of fresh fish per year, can meet the needs of more than half of the people in the whole Jinan city at that time.

It was only in the next 100 years that due to industrialization and environmental pollution, the water area gradually became smaller, and the living environment of fish became worse, so that no one ate the freshwater fish in the lake anymore, and it was not until later that the clear lake water and the original ecological balance were gradually restored after environmental protection was re-carried out.

Thousands of years ago in the Song Dynasty, two-thirds of the surface of Daming Lake in summer and autumn was covered with lotus flowers and lotus leaves, which was not suitable for large-scale fishing, and the people were still accustomed to traditional fishing methods to obtain this wild fish.

Therefore, at the mouth of the spring water into Daming Lake, a large number of professional fishermen who sell fish for a living will gather, and in order to restrain each other, the industry has agreed to a custom of occupying an area, that is, in their own fishing location, insert a bamboo pole, indicating that there are already people here.

If others want to fish here, they are not allowed, and their peers will protect each other's interests.

The angry old man next to him, although his accent was similar to that of the locals, he was not an authentic local, so he didn't know the rules of the people, and when he saw that there were many people fishing in that area, he also wanted to fish over there, so he was driven over.

The old man squinted and saw Yang Huairen snickering, and asked with a tiger face, "Boy, what are you laughing at?" ”

Yang Huairen hurriedly put away his smile and explained to the old man: "This old man, the group over there, everyone is a fishmonger, and people fish not for fun, but for life."

You probably don't know that, do you? So if you run over and occupy someone's place to fish, it's equivalent to robbing someone's job, can people not be anxious with you? It's good to get rid of you. ”

"Oh......"

The old man suddenly realized, but then asked: "The water over there is shallow, and there are many fish, if you look at the past, you can see the fish, just catch a fish, you can catch seven or eight in an hour, but if you look at this side again, it is only a hundred and ten steps away, and the same clear lake water can not see the bottom, where are the fish for us to fish?" ”

Yang Huairen pointed to the place where his fishing line was like water and showed it to the old man, "Well, there are more shallow fish in the water, which is naturally easier to catch, but they fish for life, and we fish for leisure, which is completely different."

Besides, who says there are no fish here? If you look closely, do you have some small pearl-like white bubbles popping up from the bottom of the water every once in a while? This means that there are fish underwater. ”

The old man didn't believe it a little, put down the fishing rod in his hand, walked to Yang Huairen's side, followed the direction of his finger, squinted his eyes for a long time, and then said suspiciously: "Boy, aren't you a little bit of an old man?" A few white bubbles pop up, is there a fish under the water? ”

The old man straightened his face again and looked at the fish basket next to Yang Huairen Mazha, there was not a single fish, and then sneered disdainfully: "Boy, old man, I know that you are full of big words, you know how to fish so well, why is your fish basket empty?" Haha......"

Yang Huairen smiled, "I'm just here, it's normal not to catch a fish, if you don't believe me, I'll catch one for you to see." ”

The old man saw that he was young and had a white scholar's face, and he still looked disdainful, but as soon as he turned around, he suddenly heard the sound of splashing.

When he turned his head again, he saw that Yang Huairen's fishing rod was suddenly raised upward, and a large fish more than a foot long jumped out of the water with the fishing line hanging at the end of the fishing line, struggling to slap the tail and shake off a spot on the lake.

It was just when the old man looked down on him with disdain that Yang Huairen saw the fish floating on the calm water and jumped twice.

Yang Huairen skillfully shook the fishing rod in his hand, so that the fish hooked on the hook crossed an arc with the centripetal force, and when he was throwing it back in front of him impartially, he stretched out his hand lightly and firmly grasped the one-foot-long red-headed silver carp in his hand.

As soon as the fish came out of the water, the lake water on the surface of the body immediately condensed into a layer of mist in the cold air, and in the bright yellow sunlight at the beginning of the rise, it seemed to rise up as if the seven-colored clouds were rising, giving people a sense of relaxation and happiness.

Yang Huairen raised the fish in his hand and deliberately shook it in front of the old man, and then took off the hook on the side of the fish's mouth, and then threw it into the fish basket next to him.

The old man was stunned, his eyes wide, as if he didn't believe his eyes. He turned back and stared at the red-headed silver carp that was still bouncing in the basket, and made sure that it was not a dream, and then hurried back to his bench.

He quickly hung the bait on the hook, stretched his neck and looked carefully at the lake for a while, and when he found the kind of water surface that Yang Huairen said every once in a while, a few small white blisters appeared, so he rushed to throw the fishing rod in his hand out, and the hook quickly disappeared into the water like an arrow shot into the water.