Ordinary fish ponds and lakes are better to pull the net, the trawl is funnel-shaped, horizontally blocking the pond, there are people on both sides to pull forward, the net has a very important point, to step on the bottom tank, that is, the net pocket in the sinking water, so as to ensure that the fish in the pond will not slip away from the bottom of the net.

However, the Yangjiawan pond has not dried for decades, the silt is very deep, and there are more weeds and branches below, Yang Zhenyu does not dare to risk stepping on the bottom tank in the middle, nor does he dare to sink the net pocket too deeply, it is very likely to be hung by the branches, and it will be difficult at that time.

Zhang Mingkang and his old watch took a few people to drag on both sides, stepped on the bottom tanks on both sides, and scraped the fish as clean as possible.

The trawl is very slow.

A few steps forward, the fish start to make a fuss.

Some of the fish jumped directly over the net, and some of them arched hard to escape.

It is definitely impossible to catch them all, and Yang Zhenyu himself knows that the remaining fish can only wait for the pump to drain the water before people go into the water to catch them.

The trawl net was pulled into the deep water area, and the mud pond in the deep water area should still be seventy or eighty centimeters deep, and the mud pond suddenly churned, and the muddy water splashed very high.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Mingkang's old watch stretched out his hand and said, "There are still big goods, slow down, slow down!"

Everyone followed in the footsteps of the old watch and walked forward gently, trying to scrape the big fish that had just jumped into the net.

The trawl was pulled half a metre further, and the mud pond splashed again.

The old watch was more careful, and stepped on the bottom cylinder and dragged it forward.

Suddenly, a huge fathead fish jumped out of the mud pond, jumped directly over the pull net, and smashed into the mud pond.

"it!"

"This Nima really has a hundred pounds!"

"Do you see clearly?"

"Huge cargo!"

The villagers on the shore were boiling.

Zhang Mingkang grabbed a 28-pound big fat head before, and when he jumped in front of him, it was even bigger, and he was very excited, so he put down the net and prepared to catch it.

Yang Zhenyu hurriedly persuaded Zhang Mingkang, "Director Zhang, don't worry, it can't run, it's better to catch it when the water is pumped for a while, let's pull this net up first!"

The old watch also chimed in: "Old watch, listen to Xiao Yang, and then do it when the water level goes down in a while!"

Zhang Mingkang grabbed the net again and continued to drag, his eyes still staring at the huge cargo in the mud pond.

It took more than forty minutes for the net to reach the shore.

Yang Zhenyu shouted at Wu Jianguo on the shore, "Uncle Wu, drop the fish frame!"

Wu Jianguo did so.

Yang Zhenyu assigned: "Director Zhang, uncle, you are responsible for sorting and framing, my little brother and I will carry it, and carry it up directly to weigh the fish tanker!"

"Okay, listen to you!"

The net pocket, which sank into the muddy water, was gradually dragged out of the water.

Dense crowds of big fish scrambled to arch into the muddy water.

"So much!"

Yang Zhenyu was also frightened.

"Let's go!"

"Neatly!"

"This fish is holding on to it!"

The uncles on the shore scratched their sleeves and asked, "Xiao Yang, do you want to help?"

"Okay, uncle, stay safe!"

Seven or eight middle-aged men took off their pants directly, jumped into the pond in a pair of underwear and began to catch fish.

Four or five fathead fish can fit into a frame.

There is a big difference between wild and farmed fatheads, with darker spots on the sides of the head and back of wild fatheads.

In addition, its body is more slender, the tail fin is relatively wide, most of the farmed fathead fish, because of the stocking density, the water area is small, the amount of activity is also relatively small, the body is thick and short, the back and belly are fat.

Mao Jicheng picked up a fat head of seven or eight catties from the fish frame and looked at it, nodded with a smile, "It's indeed wild!"

From the size of the net pocket fathead fish can also be distinguished is wild, the size is uneven, some more than ten catties or even twenty catties, some are seven catties, and the size of the collective breeding is different, the collective breeding collective feeding, the weight difference of each fish is not so obvious.

The fathead fish in this, in human terms, have been bred for many generations, so it is normal for them to be of different sizes.

"Boss Mao, how is it? I didn't lie to you, right?" Yang Zhenyu said with a smile.

"Over-weigh the loading!" Mao Jicheng waved his hand.

The fish frame was raised and said, and Yang Zhenyu looked at Mao Jicheng's driver to make a record.

Boxes and boxes of fish kept coming up.

Mainly fathead fish, also known as silver carp, and some silver carp and grass carp.

It took more than 20 people more than an hour to finish.

Yang Zhenyu leaned in and asked, "Boss Mao, how much have you loaded?"

"The fat head is more than 1,300 catties, the silver carp is more than 800 catties, the grass carp is about 300 catties, and the crucian carp is two or three hundred catties!" said the driver, looking at the notebook.

Yang Zhenyu smiled and looked back at the pond that was about to bottom, there should still be a thousand catties of fish in it.

"Director Zhang, uncle, I'm going to get that big one, you catch other fish!" Yang Zhenyu assigned.

He knew that Zhang Mingkang wanted to catch the big fish just now, but no one knew how deep the mud was inside, Director Zhang was still old after all, and Yang Zhenyu was worried about an accident.

Zhang Mingkang understood that Yang Zhenyu was worried about him, and he didn't force it, so he responded to Yang Zhenyu's words.

Yang Zhenyu went back to the tent and took out the rope that tied the generator, tied one end to his waist, and tied the other end to a large tree trunk by the pond.

The fish was too big, and it was definitely impossible to climb out of the mud pond like Zhang Mingkang had just done, so Yang Zhenyu brought the plastic boat on the shore with him.

Step by step towards the mud pond.

Every time I get down, I carefully test the depth of the silt.

When there was still about half a meter away from the mud pond, the silt had already flooded Yang Zhenyu's waist.

"Xiao Yang, be careful!"

"Xiao Yang, don't force it, safety is the most important thing!"

The villagers were concerned.

Yang Zhenyu raised his right hand and made an OK gesture, using the twist of his waist to push himself on.

It was only half a meter away and walked for several minutes.

Yang Zhenyu had already seen the body of the fathead fish, lying sideways in front of him.

The mud covered his navel and seeped into his pants.

Yang Zhenyu realized that he had to solve the problem quickly.

Leaning forward, his hands slowly stretched out, and when he was about to get close to the fathead fish, he suddenly moved down and hugged its back.

Yang Zhenyu tried to hold the fathead fish upright, but the fathead fish of this size struggled with great strength, swung violently, and popped out of Yang Zhenyu's arms.

This force made Yang Zhenyu's body sink again, the muddy water covered his chest, and his feet were completely immobile.

The big fat head in front of him was not in a good situation, the water was almost drained, and it could only arch in the mud.

Yang Zhenyu was about to make a second attempt, this time he started steadily and ruthlessly, hugged the head and back of the big fat head again, lifted it hard, and smashed it into the plastic fish boat on the other side of his body.

The big fat head smashed into the fish boat, swinging horizontally and vertically.

Yang Zhenyu yelled towards the shore: "Director Zhang, quickly drag the fishing boat up!"

Zhang Mingkang brought people over to tug the boat.

Yang Zhenyu threw his body forward, grabbed the rope tied in advance, and crawled a little bit, very hard, the meridians on his arms protruded, and his face jumped very tightly.

"Come on, Xiao Yang, I'll pull you!" Director Zhang's old watch grabbed the rope and dragged it up, "Xiao Yang, take out your hands, don't get off the water pants!"