"Oh well. Mom will collect it for you, and if you want to use the money in the future, just tell Mom. Although Wang Juhua put away the money, listening to her tone, she didn't plan to use it on herself.

Mo Changfeng didn't persuade much, as long as she often gave money in the future, she would understand that her son would earn money, and he should use it when he should use it, and now it is useless to persuade him.

As for how to make money, Mo Changfeng already had a plan in his heart.

His divine sense had swept the surrounding area for dozens of miles last night, and found that at the foot of Wanshou Peak, one of the five peaks of the Five Immortal Mountains, there were a lot of fish in the thousands of acres of Yulong Lake, and there were also many people fishing at night.

Therefore, Mo Changfeng plans to go fishing to earn some money during this time, match his mobile phone, and then equip a motorcycle, so that it will be more convenient to send his sister to school and home in the future.

After breakfast, Mo Changfeng asked his parents, the family has no farm work to be busy in the past few days, and the rice fields will be leveled in a few days, and it will be time to plant rice next month.

Mo Changfeng went to the village clinic to find Zhou Caihong to pay the medical expenses owed, but the other party greeted him with a smile, and asked him about his experience of working abroad, but Mo Changfeng prevaricated.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, Mo Changfeng appeared in Ludong Town, more than ten miles away, he was going to buy fishing tools, and then go to Yulong Lake to fish to earn a little money.

You can't always rely on the more than 180 yuan on your body and do nothing. If there's something going on at home, or if my sister comes home on the weekend and asks her to buy something, she won't be able to do it at all.

When he arrived in Ludong Town, Mo Changfeng's huge divine sense instantly enveloped the town's middle school, and he found his sister Mo Changfeng, a slim ponytail girl, through the connection between the bloodlines.

Mo Changfeng found that his sister Mo Changfeng's face shape was similar to that of when she was a child, but she had lost some weight, but she had become taller, almost about 1.6 meters.

After seeing that his sister was studying seriously, Mo Changfeng didn't alarm her, and when he picked her up on Friday afternoon, he would surprise this girl.

Finding the fishing tackle shop in the town, Mo Changfeng bought an ordinary fishing rod for fifty yuan, and chose a long-handled net, as well as a plastic water tank, plus a little bait and a small box of earthworms, which cost almost thirty yuan, and only a hundred and a few yuan left in his pocket.

Just as Mo Changfeng was carrying fishing tools and preparing to go to Yulong Lake, he saw five or six discarded battery motorcycles piled up there at the door of a scrap yard on the street.

His consciousness moved, and he quickly swept through the pile of rags, and then walked over and asked the owner of the scrap yard: "Boss, I want to find a few barely usable parts in this pile, how much does it cost?" ”

"Oh, I bought this bunch of things for more than eighty dollars, what parts are you looking for? Will their parts still work? The boss asked, confused.

At the same time, he carefully looked at his pile of rags, and looked at Mo Changfeng suspiciously, as if he suspected that there was any treasure in it, but it looked like it was still a pile of scrap metal.

"Well, I'll pay a hundred dollars, pick some parts, and leave all the scrap iron for you. Do you think it's okay? Mo Changfeng asked.

"Add a little more, you can choose one hundred and fifty yuan." The boss hesitated and said.

"I bought it for more than eighty years, and I spent a hundred yuan to only select some parts, and the rest of the scrap iron was left for you. If you don't want to do this, and you want more, then forget it. Mo Changfeng shook his head, turned around and left.

"Hey, wait, can you make a bargain? Don't go, forget it, a hundred dollars will be given to you, whatever you choose. Seeing that Mo Changfeng walked unequivocally and didn't look like he was about to bargain, the boss hurriedly shouted.

"Okay, borrow some of your tools." Mo Changfeng turned around and went back, first handed a hundred yuan to the boss, and after buying the pile of scrap iron, he borrowed tools from the boss and began to dismantle them.

On the opposite side of the scrap yard, there is a teahouse, there are more than a dozen tea tables inside and outside, and at this time it is already full of idlers of all ages, some playing cards, some drinking tea and chatting.

"I'm afraid this young man has a brain disease, right? Spending a hundred yuan to buy this pile of scrap iron allowed Chen Ergou to earn it. What happened at the door of the scrap station was naturally seen by some tea customers, and some people ridiculed it.

"This young man seems to have read too much, and his brain has been read badly, and he doesn't understand the sinister ways of the world." Some shook their heads and said.

"Maybe people really need a few parts? If you go to replace the new one, I'm afraid it will be a few hundred years bigger, and you can use it for a hundred yuan to exchange a few old ones. Some people speculated about Mo Changfeng's intentions.

"I wanted to ask for a few more money, but unfortunately this kid didn't fall for it." At this time, Chen Ergou, who had nothing to do, also came to the door of the teahouse opposite, and took a sip of the cup in front of a tea guest in a good mood, and said with a smile.

"Chen Ergou, your baby's conscience is not good, he only spent more than 80 yuan to buy scrap iron, and he made more than 10 yuan from young people, not to mention, he also wants people to give you the scrap iron left behind, how many parts can be dismantled like this? Inside and out, don't you want to make more than a hundred? Someone scolded Chen Ergou dissatisfied.

"People are willing to do it, can I get along with money? In case someone needs a few parts urgently, maybe he earned it. Chen Ergou distinguished, but there was some smugness in his tone.

Although their discussion was not loud, why couldn't Mo Changfeng hear it? It's just that he didn't care, what was there to worry about with a group of idlers, and he would be able to see the scene of their eyeballs falling off in a while.

About half an hour later, Mo Changfeng dismantled all the five or six discarded battery motorcycles, and placed a large number of parts on the ground, most of which had been damaged.

However, then Mo Changfeng picked out the same half-new and old parts as if by magic, and began to assemble them quickly, and after just over ten minutes, they were assembled into a complete battery motorcycle.

It's just that the batteries of several vehicles were damaged, but one battery was slightly damaged, and after a few tinkering, he could barely use it, and cast a small thunder spell behind everyone's back, which instantly filled the battery with electricity.

"Boss, thank you for the tools. And this scrap metal is left for you. In the stunned looks of a group of tea customers, Mo Changfeng put the fishing tools on the back seat, stepped on the battery car and waved his hand to Chen Ergou and said.

"Hey, wait. You're not right. You're buying a battery car, and the price has to be negotiated, right? Chen Ergou suddenly became a little anxious, and shouted as he ran back.

"Woo ......"

Mo Changfeng ignored him, the battery car started, made a whining sound, and ran away in a puff of smoke, leaving only a puff of dust on Chen Ergou's face, choking him to cough violently.

"Damn, this is too godly, isn't it? Using the parts of a few scrap cars, it is amazing to assemble a good battery car. A few young tea drinkers were simply stunned.

"Chen Ergou, your baby has suffered a loss now, right? It only costs 100 yuan to ride a battery car from you, and your baby has lost a lot of money on this deal. Someone joked about Chen Ergou.

"Damn, if I had known that I would be able to assemble a car, which turtle son would have sold it to him." Chen Ergou was so angry that he stomped his feet.

"Come on. Chen Ergou, this pile of scrap iron has been at your door for half a month, and I haven't seen you assemble the battery car, so it's useless to regret it at this time. ”

"That's right, that person is definitely a god-level person who understands battery cars, otherwise he wouldn't be so powerful." Several young people in the teahouse said adoringly.

Mo Changfeng didn't pay attention to these at all, although he could hear these people's discussions, and he could see their jaw dropping expressions, but he didn't care.

It only cost 100 yuan to get a battery car, although there is no license, but only ride in the township, generally will not be investigated by the traffic police, and can temporarily travel.

At around eleven o'clock, Mo Changfeng came to the long causeway of Yulong Lake, where there is a row of willow trees, and many anglers like to fish among the trees here.

At the same time, the causeway is also the only way to connect the city with Chongqing, and there is a lot of traffic every day, and people often stop to buy fresh fish caught from the lake.

Mo Changfeng found a place where there was no one, there was a relatively smooth stone here, it should be the seat formed by the long-term wear and tear of those anglers who had sat too much before.

He slowly sprinkled some bait to make a nest, then slowly made the fishing rod, put on half of the earthworm, threw it into the lake at will, and then filled the tank with a small half of the water, and sat down and waited.

"Young man, you don't fish a lot, do you?" On the left and right sides of Mo Changfeng, there were some anglers, and one of the middle-aged people shook his head with a smile after seeing Mo Changfeng's actions, and then asked him.

"Oh, I've fished before, but I haven't fished in years." Mo Changfeng replied casually.

"You just say, your fishing rod is probably just bought at random in the market, and it is really not suitable for fishing in the lake. And if you sprinkle too much bait, if the fish below are full, who will take the bait? The middle-aged man was half-persuasive and half-preachy.

"You're right, I'm just fishing for fun, to experience the fun of fishing, after all, I haven't fished for many years." Mo Changfeng responded with a smile.

"Why don't I lend you a fishing rod, or you won't be able to catch a fish after sitting like this for half a day? You don't know, the fish in this Yulong Lake are actually not easy to catch. The middle-aged man was enthusiastic and wanted to go to the car to get a fishing rod to lend it to Mo Changfeng.

"Big brother, I really don't need it, thank you for your kindness, I'm really going to fish for a while." Mo Changfeng refused, if he wanted to fish, even if he didn't use a fishing rod, he could catch as many fish as he wanted.

"Alright then, you can play." The middle-aged man saw that Mo Changfeng didn't appreciate it, and seemed a little annoyed, so he didn't speak after replying.

Mo Changfeng's fishing skills are not to be talked about, but he has a little bit of aura attached to the bait and earthworms, which obviously has a great attraction to the fish in the lake.

"...... Uproar"

Mo Changfeng sat down for less than five minutes, and suddenly the fishing line moved, and he pulled it casually, and there was a splash in the lake, and then pulled up a crucian carp the size of a palm.

"Is this going to be fished?" The middle-aged man was stunned, and looked at Mo Changfeng in a daze, and then dropped the hook again, as if he didn't believe his eyes.

"Zhang Diaoshen, didn't you say that other young men can't catch it? This is a slap in the face, right? An old man in his fifties and sixties next to him should be familiar with the middle-aged man, and he made fun of the middle-aged man at this time.

"This is because I was wrong, underestimating the world. However, the little brother should be lucky, and occasionally bumped into a hungry fish, and I am afraid it will not be so easy to catch it again. The middle-aged man hurriedly said.

"Don't you know that your mouth stinks? Often, things are the opposite of what you say, but I think the young man's skills are good, and he will definitely achieve a lot of results. The old man also pulled up a fish, but it was a small white strip three fingers wide, and he said happily.

"Then let's wait and see." The middle-aged man didn't argue, just said indifferently.

"...... Uproar"

After another three or four minutes, the fishing line in front of Mo Changfeng moved again, and he pulled it up with a snort, and there was a palm-sized white strip on it, which was much larger than the white strip that the old man had caught before.

"Damn, that's fine." The middle-aged man was a little shocked, his mouth opened wide, and he rubbed his eyes and looked carefully.

However, he was soon shocked to the point of numbness, Mo Changfeng was unhurried, but he usually pulled up a fish in three or four minutes, mainly crucian carp and white strips, and all of them were the size of a palm, which was a good thing at first glance.

"Brother, you are a real person. You must be a master, right, but you have to say that you haven't fished for a long time, isn't this washing brother me? When Mo Changfeng's water tank was half full, the middle-aged man muttered.

"Brother Zhang, in fact, I borrowed your luck, otherwise I would definitely not have gained so much." Mo Changfeng said with a smile.

"Come and see, there's a master here, and he's definitely a real fishing god." At this time, several onlookers had gathered next to Mo Changfeng, including nearby anglers, some passing by and stopping the car to watch the excitement, and some people were still greeting other companions.

"Wow, I caught so many fish, all of them were crucian carp and white stripes, it's amazing."

"These crucian carp are not small, at least more than half a catty, and these white strips are also about half a catty, this box has seven or eight catties, right?"

"It's only been fishing for more than an hour, and it's still an ordinary fishing rod, which makes us really ashamed."

"Brother, do you sell these fish?" Some people even took the initiative to ask, because these fish are very fresh at first glance, and the taste must not be wrong.

"Yes, but I'll have to wait a while, it seems to hook the big guy." Mo Changfeng stood up and lifted the fishing rod, and sure enough, there was a huge splash in the lake, and he saw the cyan back of a big fish half-exposed.

"Wow, it's a big one, I'm afraid there are a few pounds, right?"

"What a god, it's so handsome."

After more than ten minutes, Mo Changfeng pretended to flip it over, and then pulled the fish to the lake, and then the middle-aged man helped to net it with a net bag, and it was a grass carp weighing seven or eight catties.