Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King

Chapter 844 - 568: Farewell Turns into Invitation

Even though they had been an old married couple for a while, they lay by the river in the wild under the stars for an honest conversation, and both felt their relationship heating up again.

Luckily, the campsite had over ten people around like light bulbs, which kept Zhang Yang and Xiaowei from getting too carried away. After their passionate declarations of love, they snuggled for a long time until the night breeze felt chilly and their feet started getting numb, finally reluctantly getting up to return to the campsite for rest.

Unexpectedly, that night, Zhang Yang slept surprisingly well in the car, and when he woke up, daylight was already breaking outside the car window.

Feeling refreshed, Zhang Yang stretched lazily, quickly got dressed, and climbed out of the car, shouting out loud towards the mist-laden river in the distance.

"Ah!!!"

A shout, neither suppressed nor excited, startled the other campers who were still dreaming at the campsite.

Hearing the commotion, Old Zhao didn’t even have time to properly put on his coat and hastily stepped out of his car, slipping shoes on his feet.

"Why are you screaming like a banshee, Zhang Yang? Have you gone crazy this early in the morning?"

Zhang Yang turned around with a vibrant smile on his face and continued to shout towards the camp, "Get up! The fish have gathered under our rods!"

That did it—everyone thought the fish had indeed gathered under their rods, quickly climbing out of their cars.

Seeing everyone’s reaction, Zhang Yang was satisfied, casually heading over with a wash cup to scoop some cold river water, briefly brushing his teeth and wiping his face with a water-dampened towel, then leisurely returning to his fishing spot to start fishing.

Before casting his line, Zhang Yang felt quite confident; outdoors, as long as there isn’t a noticeable change in weather, temperature, or wind direction, the fish activity tends to be stable. Yesterday morning’s overnight baiting worked well, and theoretically, today shouldn’t be any worse.

And the trial fishing confirmed this assumption—hooking double hooks with red worms and casting out just to test, the bobber hadn’t quite settled when it suddenly indicated a clear bite signal.

The morning river surface had some mist rising, but with a 6.3-meter rod and a slightly heavier bobber, the bite on the bobber was still visible.

Zhang Yang decisively lifted his rod to hook the fish, "Let’s go!"

Caught a fish on the first cast—the overnight baiting indeed had drawn the fish in!

With Zhang Yang leading the charge, his companions gradually arrived at their fishing spots and started fishing as well.

The early morning wake-up call from Zhang Yang made everyone’s grogginess disappear in the face of the frantic fish activity, as they all followed the fishing strategy Zhang Yang had figured out yesterday, scrambling to hook the overnight-baited fish.

Compared to yesterday, everyone was much more experienced today. Old Zhao even arranged for Xiaobao and Liu Zi, whose bait area had fewer bites, to drive and buy breakfast for everyone else while the rest continued their fishing battles.

With the boost from last night’s baiting and Zhang Yang’s continued bait replenishment, the morning catch was significantly better than yesterday’s.

Starting from just past six in the morning until almost eleven, everyone kept pulling in fish rapidly—even the peripheral fishing spots maintained a quick catch rhythm.

Moreover, throughout two days of fishing, the number of small carp in the baited area had noticeably decreased; the bites were now mostly from large wild carp of half a pound to a pound, feeling firm in hand and looking very festive.

The whole morning, the team fished happily—while fishing, they quietly chatted with their neighbors, and whenever someone caught a sizable carp over a pound, they excitedly shouted to catch the attention of the others, enhancing the participatory atmosphere.

Such an outdoor fishing experience is rare, even for professional fishing bloggers nationwide; this kind of situation isn’t encountered often in a year.

But this great vibe didn’t last long. At noon, as Zhang Yang and his group gathered to eat lunch and prepare to continue fishing in the afternoon, more people arrived at the wharf area.

Initially, just a couple of locals came to scout and greet them, and Zhang Yang’s group didn’t pay much attention to it; there was so much space, at least several hundred meters along the riverbank available for fishing.

The scouting folks came to check out their catch, and Zhang Yang’s group didn’t hold back, showing them openly.

This inspection wasn’t insignificant—the scouting folks took a quick video of the catch and shared it on Kuaishou.

By not even waiting until three in the afternoon, the vast stretch of tributary riverbank suitable for fishing was almost filled with anglers.

Seeing this, someone might scoff, questioning how over a couple of hours, a several hundred meter-long riverbank could fill up—it must have taken quite a number of people?

Zhang Yang didn’t count the numbers, but the cars along the narrow road near the bank were bumper to bumper, completely filling the space.

From the main road turning towards the riverbank, a long line of compact cars parked edge to edge along the roadside; conservatively speaking, there were two to three hundred cars.

Imagine, a wild fishing trip turns into a situation where an angler sits every two or three meters, making it hard to find a spot to squeeze in—how does this feel?

This wasn’t wild fishing anymore; it was busier than Jinghai Garden on peak fishing days.

Zhang Yang’s group initially thought they would replenish the bait area while having lunch and resume swift fishing in the afternoon.