Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 837 - 827. Somewhat weather-beaten

Chapter 837: 827. Somewhat weather-beaten

Fisherman was so persistent, Zhang Yanping changed his previous proud demeanor and spoke instead with unusual sincerity:

"Loach Brother, it still depends on your willingness to support our family’s work—come on, this batch of bait is specially made for nest-making. We’ve tentatively priced it at 188, but today we’ll let you try it for free to see if it can help you catch any fish!"

Loach Brother opened the plastic bag, and was hit in the face with a strong scent of alcohol that made him irresistibly inhale deeply, then salivating, he looked at the bag:

"Is this for the fish to eat?"

Zhang Yanping: ...

He replied with a complicated expression: "Well if you put it that way, it contains various grains. People could eat it too—not that they couldn’t—just that they would have to pay for it."

Loach Brother: ...

He was initially a bit tempted, but after Zhang Yanping put it that way, dignity seemed somewhat more important.

Then he suddenly realized: "188 for one batch for nest-making?! You must want me to go bankrupt!"

"How can you go bankrupt with this?" Zhang Yanping assured firmly: "With this bait, if you catch about twenty pounds of fish a day, you should be able to cover the cost, right?"

Brother Fisher looked at him angrily:

"Oh, really! I knew from the start there was nothing good about you lurking in our forum, you really don’t understand fishing! Now if you go to those commercial fisheries outside, you have to pay for every fish you catch!"

Zhang Yanping: ...

Was advertising his idea really considered lurking?

"Then go for wild fishing where you don’t have to pay no matter how much you catch."

"You think I don’t want to?"

Loach Brother was full of complaints: "We have checked all the wild fishing spots nearby. We would head out at 3 AM, yet others were already rooted there by 12 PM—how could we compete for the good fishing spots?"

"Look, look!" Zhang Yanping immediately perked up: "Can’t compete? We have the bait for making nests! Others may sit at the prime spots and catch nothing, while you just find any spot, set down your stool, and catch one after another... How satisfying does that sound? Satisfying, right?"

"Come on, this is a new mix we’ve just created. We don’t know how well it works yet, give it a try!"

"In this pond fish?"

Loach Brother was surprised.

Zhang Yanping fell silent again: "Where else then?"

Loach Brother scoffed: "I said you don’t understand fishing, and you really don’t. How cunning do you think the fish in your pond are?"

"Smart enough to grow eighteen tricks, pickier than my ancestors! Here in this spot, using this bait, they would eat every bit without missing a single piece! Even if they get drunk and belly up, when it comes to my turn to fish, they wouldn’t spare a glance at my bait!"

"To try this thing, you really must go outside. The fish in other ponds are not as clever. Once they smell the alcohol and eat the bait, becoming dizzy, they might just bite the hook—it’s not impossible."

"Alright!" With that statement, Zhang Yanping was reassured.

He patted Loach Brother’s arm: "Bro, I’m counting on you to test this bait for us!"

Yet Loach Brother hesitated for a moment before grunting: "Don’t call me ’bro,’ I’m just over 20 this year, younger than you."

To be honest, being called ’brother’ did give him a thrill—but it depended on who was saying it!

Zhang Yanping is burly and ferocious, with a dark, grim face, looking like a demon... When he calls himself "Brother," it seems like he could slaughter this "Brother" at any moment and take his place!

Even now, familiar with his character and having become friends, his appearance is still too shocking for Loach Brother to handle.

Facing Zhang Yanping’s disbelieving gaze, he grumbled, "I’ve just been fishing for too long, got a bit weathered, that’s all."

...

Zhang Yanping had completed his task, but he didn’t go back right away. Instead, he took a detour along the back mountain and went straight to Riverside Beach.

Speaking of which, he hadn’t taken a good look at the cattle and sheep here yet, not knowing if they could be eaten during the New Year!

Although Tantan said they wouldn’t eat them, what if?

Standing on the hillside and looking into the distance, the sun reflected off the river surface, glittering and brilliant.

Far away, the reeds spread out extensively, still green as it wasn’t deep autumn yet; the fluffy seeds on top hadn’t fully spread out, swaying in the wind, particularly poetic.

Nearby, in the lush green pasture close to the riverbank, there are stretches of tall and dense grass. From the angle of the slope, it looks like a harvest-ready wheat field, swaying soothingly.

On this flat green furry carpet, cattle of various sizes were scattered about—small black water buffaloes, sturdily built Luxi Yellow Cattle, slightly chestnut-colored Jiaxian Red Cattle, and especially robust Simmental Meat Cattle—just from their build, it’s clear they’re a fine breed capable of reaching two thousand kilograms!

And the newly arrived Xiao Yang was much noisier than the cattle.

Still standing on the slope without descending, one could hear the variable "baa baa baa" sounds.

Big and small, light and crisp, the ewes humbly scattered around grazing, while the robust rams ignored each other, unable to concede.

And a large group of vividly colored Xiao Yang playfully hopping among the cattle and sheep appeared extraordinarily cheerful.

Zhang Yanping couldn’t help but smile: what a sight for sore eyes!

He slowly followed the mountain path down and saw the usual leisurely six dogs now unusually bustling around Riverside Beach, spirited and exuberant, in superb working mode.

Especially the two sheepdogs, probably awakened by instinct, automatically surrounded the lambs upon sighting them.

Zhang Yanping was about to go closer when he saw two Xiao Yang, foolishly chewing on grass while blankly staring ahead.

There stood their family’s majestic-looking little sheepdog—this sheepdog wasn’t fully grown yet, only a couple of sizes bigger than these 30-kg Xiao Yang, currently watching the sheep with hardly any deterrent.

Would this thing really work for herding sheep?

Zhang Yanping was highly skeptical.

And by the way—it’s been a while since I checked. Is this Little Ten or Eleven?

Just as he was still trying to figure it out, he saw the two Xiao Yang hopping towards the hillside here, and the sheepdog suddenly jumped up and barked loudly twice, the warning undeniably strong.

I know, going up the slope leads to the land filled with various vegetables. Whether green vegetables or wild grasses taste better, the sheep definitely know.

Eventually, they might frolic and leap in the fields...

Dare not think about it. Zhang Yanping thought alertly: perhaps build a fence here first.

And then looking at the two Xiao Yang’s expressions, they were still dumb and naive, looking at the sheepdog without any fear.

Indeed, it’s hardly much bigger, not to mention that this sheepdog loiters daily, seemingly doing nothing significant, just a loafer!

Not just Xiao Yang, even Datian who hangs out with Daju at home would probably not be scared either!