Before they knew it, the time had passed eleven, and some anglers started selling their catch while Zhang Yang and his group packed up their gear.
"Boss, we've got fish!" Zhang Yang shouted, and soon Meng Xiangqiu responded from across the water.
In no time, Meng Xiangqiu came over, pushing a modified wheelbarrow.
"How did the fishing go this morning? How many did you catch?"
"Not bad, 26 fish, weighing about sixty or seventy pounds!"
Zhang Yang knew the temperament of his friend, so he wasn't secretive at all. With a grin, he bent down, squatted, and pulled the fish net from the water.
Previously, seven or eight anglers had already sold their catches; most were around forty pounds at most. Upon landing, no one expected Zhang Yang's catch to be so large.
"Wow, not bad, you've done a lot this morning!"
"Just lucky," Zhang Yang modestly said with a grin.
