Early that morning, Li Long got dressed and went outside to find Tao Daqiang standing beside the road outside the yard, looking weighed down by something.
"Daqiang, what's wrong? Someone boiled you?" Li Long casually quoted an ancient advertising slogan from his previous life.
"What? What do you mean, boiled?" Only then did Tao Daqiang react. He looked up and asked, "What did you say, Brother Long?"
"I said, let's go." Knowing his lame joke had fallen completely flat, Li Long pointed east and said:
"Go get the inner tubes. I'll take a leak and be right there."
"Okay."
They went to Little Haizi together. This time, Tao Daqiang did not argue over who would go into the water. He watched Li Long paddle out, gather up the nets one by one, then laboriously paddle back, dragging three Urea Sacks behind him like a three-tailed fox spirit.
"How was it today?" Tao Daqiang asked, hauling the inner tube, Li Long, and the sacks behind him onto the bank.
"Not bad. A little worse than yesterday. Fewer big crucian carp, more silver carp and small crucian carp."
Li Long did not seem particularly disappointed. Today's catch was not as impressive as yesterday's, but the weight was there. The eight nets had brought in close to eighty kilograms.
Besides, his many fish-selling trips had shown him that people liked eating small crucian carp too, and they stayed alive longer than big fish. Although everyone liked looking at and catching big fish, buying them was another matter.
Most people buying fish to eat at home did not catch fish themselves. They only needed to consider what fish they liked, how to prepare them conveniently, and what would be economical.
So Li Long's outlook was fairly level now. Catching a big fish made him