An hour later, the five of them had almost finished sorting the fish on the deck. Hearing the engine making increasingly strange noises, Zhou Chenglei stood up. "Pull in the net."
It would be another twenty-some minutes before they reached the City Pier.
Father Zhou said cheerfully, "Pull in the net, pull in the net."
The reporter was especially eager.
Although he had no idea what he was looking forward to.
The two brothers went over first to see if the two of them could haul it up.
The answer was that it was even more strenuous than the previous net.
Father Zhou and the reporter then stepped forward to help.
The reporter could clearly feel that it was even heavier than the previous net.
The four of them exhausted themselves before finally dragging the fish aboard.
This net was mostly Spanish Mackerel again.
As he took pictures, the reporter asked, "Why are there so many Spanish Mackerel? Are they migrating in schools?"
Father Zhou said, "This isn't the season for Spanish Mackerel migration. It's luck!"
Many schools of fish migrated, some actively and some passively.
There were migrations for overwintering, reproduction, and feeding. For example, anchovies swam from the Bohai Sea to the Yellow Sea to overwinter, hairtail migrated northward in spring to spawn, and tuna crossed oceans in pursuit of food.
Spanish Mackerel migrated every year in summer and autumn too, but it wasn't summer or autumn now.
Aside from certain fish with fixed migratory habits, encountering a school of fish at other times simply meant encountering one. There was no way to explain why it happened. The best explanation was luck.
The reporter: "..."
Uncle Zhou was great in every way—warmhearted, generous, hardworking, and kind—but he was a little too idealistic!
Zhou Chenglei and Zhou Chengsen poured