Free Web NovelChapter 885: Chapter 590: Old Wu Is Quite a Character Too
The car stopped at a wide square near the mountaintop. From afar, Zhang Yang could see a row of wooden-style bungalows on the north side of the square.
For a moment, Zhang Yang felt a bit dazed; the design of this place seemed familiar and reminded him of the reservoir inside the mountain pig breeding base Brother Ye had taken him to before.
Old Wu got out of the driver’s seat, waved to the two cars behind, and everyone quickly parked their cars and got out.
"Let’s go inside and eat first! Once we’re full, I’ll take you to the reservoir!" Old Wu acted like he was at home, directly opened the door, and ushered everyone inside.
"Uh, where’s the reservoir owner? Is it okay for us to just waltz right in like this?" Zhang Yang hesitated slightly.
Old Wu slicked back his stylish hair and said, "My uncle will be here later. Only my aunt is here now to cook for us!
Just follow me in. Once you’re here, it’s like being at home! Taste my aunt’s cooking!"
Very soon, Zhang Yang and the others met Old Wu’s aunt, a woman in her fifties with a gentle look. She was very friendly to Old Wu’s friends and warmly invited everyone inside. Upon hearing Old Wu mention they were hungry, she immediately started preparing the meal.
The breakfast wasn’t complicated: seafood dumpling soup with some homemade pickles, and deep-fried dough sticks which had an unbelievably fluffy and soft texture. The taste was truly delectable.
Seeing Zhang Yang and the others devouring food like starved souls, Old Wu was very satisfied.
"How’s my aunt’s cooking, not bad right?"
Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Way better than the street breakfast shops, delicious!"
"Haha, this is just the appetizer. Wait until noon when my aunt makes us a big meal! Quickly, finish your breakfast. Once you’re full, I’ll take you to the reservoir to fish! We might catch the morning bite!"
"All set!"
A full basin of dumpling soup was devoured by the group of hearty eaters. After filling up, they greeted each other and left the house, following Old Wu straight to the mountain reservoir.
Speaking of which, there was a small episode; going further, the car couldn’t proceed, with only a simply repaired narrow path.
Just when Zhang Yang and his group were preparing to unload the fishing gear and carry it over, Old Wu waved his hand and led them to the door of a utility room.
Opening the door, they saw three wheelbarrows.
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Seeing this, Zhang Yang’s eyes widened in surprise, feeling a sense of visual shock.
Zhang Yang grew up in a village and was not unfamiliar with wheelbarrows. Almost every household in the village had one when he was a kid; they were convenient for farming or carrying things around.
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Unexpectedly, they found these treasures on the mountain, and three of them at once.
Old Wu took out a pack of Yuxi cigarettes and offered them around, lighting one for himself, and said, "Brought them up the mountain yesterday! Check if the tires have air. If everything’s good, each person takes one, and we’ll move all the gear in one go!"
"With this, it’ll be much easier!" Zhang Yang nodded in agreement.
Soon, everyone had loaded their fishing gear onto the wheelbarrows, and just as they were all set, Zhang Yang remembered something and asked, "What about your gear? Aren’t you bringing it up? There’s still some space, we could balance it and haul it all in one trip!"
Old Wu shook his head as he opened the car door, "I have less gear. I’m not bringing the platform fishing equipment. A rod, a tool bag, and a Fish Controller are enough for lure fishing!"
While speaking, the car door was opened, and the scene in the back of the Wuling minivan once again made Zhang Yang’s eyes widen.
No kidding, the backseat of the minivan was completely removed, with a rack fixed to the ceiling for fishing rods. The rack held at least a dozen rods of different sizes and flexibilities, and Zhang Yang even saw a few one-piece rods.
Under the ceiling, various fishing gear was neatly arranged: lures, tools, platform fishing boxes, platform rods, bait, ground bait, and even a set of camping pots and pans for outdoor use at the back row.
Let’s just say, from the outside, the van looked unassuming, with only the license plate slightly noticeable.
But once the door was opened, this van was simply a dream vehicle for any angler, a mobile arsenal.
"Whoa! Xiao Yi, turn on the equipment and take a pic of Old Wu’s van! Did you modify this yourself?"
Zhang Yang couldn’t hold back and exclaimed, as if he’d never seen such a thing before.
With this reminder, the others gathered around too, even the two girls, Xiao Wei and YOYO, were thoroughly impressed by Old Wu’s angling arsenal van.
"Hehehe, just tinkering around!"
Seeing Zhang Yang and the others being awestruck by his arsenal van, Old Wu scratched his head with a modest tone, but his expression was quite smug.
This trick of his was the ultimate "play the fool to catch the wise," a cheap van worth a few hundred yuan paired with fishing gear worth tens of thousands inside. It was a classic example of cleverly showing off.
Previously, when Old Wu met new fishing friends, this trick was unbeatable, and now used on Zhang Yang, it was equally impressive.
"Geez, there are some rich folks among the masses! All imported lure rods, each starts at three or four thousand bucks!"
