Lin Xiangrong had remained silent, carrying an empty bucket and another with only a few jin of river shrimp and some fish. He felt deeply disgruntled. Originally, he had wanted to hurry home to keep the Chinese sturgeon alive, afraid it would die. Now they only had a few jin of shrimp and fish, and they were going home already?
Although that had been their original goal, if they had never caught the sturgeon, he would not have felt this disappointment. Several dozen yuan had gone down the drain, and they were heading back with just this little catch. What kind of business was that?
He trudged along behind them, kicking the pebbles underfoot. One plopped into the river, but suddenly, countless splashes broke across the surface with a pattering clatter. Everyone looked over in surprise, and Ye Yaodong shone his flashlight that way.
Countless big fish broke the surface, leaping about. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked his delighted brother-in-law, "Caught enough fish yet? Want to catch some more?"
He did not particularly care about these freshwater fish. Coastal people like them only liked eating sea fish. After releasing the Chinese sturgeon, his enthusiasm had waned, and he was no longer as eager as at the start. Unexpectedly, Lin Xianghui took the flashlight from him and moved closer to shine it over the water for a careful look.
"They're Chinese soldier fish!"
Lin Xiangrong also stepped forward excitedly. "So many Chinese soldier fish? I thought they were grass carp!"
"A few years ago, when everyone had nothing to eat, the Chinese soldier fish in the river were overfished. We've barely seen any for years. Who knew they'd be back now, and in such numbers?"
Listening to their discussion, Ye Yaodong was a little bewildered. What were Chinese