Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 7 An Old Fisherman
Today's Wei Ping'an is no longer the Wei Ping'an of yesterday.

It is difficult for workers in 57 to understand the general psychology of people more than 60 years later.

Wei Ping'an is in the capital of the world, within the second ring road, a person with a house who has a private plot of about 100 square meters.

A house is a home, and a home represents roots.

The wanderer sent lovesickness with the soil of his former residence, and Wei Pingan regarded himself as integrated into the world only after obtaining the real estate certificate and land certificate.

With a sense of belonging, there is less subconscious dissociation.

As a matter of fact, Wei Pingan didn't know how he felt when he went in and out of the courtyard, from a state of indifference and alienation to a low-key and silent attitude.

Let some moderate neighbors in the courtyard suddenly feel that Wei Ping'an's little guy is not repulsive, but introverted and honest, not good at communicating with others.

The change of mind is in an instant.

At a certain moment, I saw the small arc hanging from the corner of Wei Ping'an's mouth.

A very responsible star once said: Ever since I became successful, I have been surrounded by good people.

After Wei Ping'an has his own small world, his work efficiency has improved and his mood is happy, and there are more workshop workers who talk to him.

Tomorrow is a rest day.

Wei Pingan made a pair of fishing tackle himself.

Five sets of poles, a spinning wheel, a small folding horse, and a belt cut from discarded tires bought in a car repair shop replaced the precious linen.

An all-round fitter can do everything. I think Wei Pingan was also an experienced fishing friend back then, and he had a good understanding of the structure of fishing gear.

Compared with other anglers in this era, it is like the gap between Stark's battle clothes and old coarse clothes.

Early in the morning, Wei Pingan went straight to Beihai with his equipment on his back.

When we arrived at the place, it was less than eight o'clock, but there were densely packed fishing friends occupying the pits on the shore.

Wei Pingan misestimated the lack of entertainment for people in this era, and underestimated that non-fishing enthusiasts also have an urgent need to improve their lives.

For example, the third master Yan Bugui who has already dropped the pole.

Yan Bugui saw Wei Pingan from a distance, but did not say hello.

The seat next to him was vacant, but it was reserved for his old buddy. To help him occupy a seat, at least two cigarettes could be exchanged for this morning.

Furthermore, he is not familiar with Wei Pingan.

"This kid eats and drinks all day long, and finally he can't bear it anymore."

Yan Bugui muttered firmly in his heart, seeing Wei Pingan walking towards this side, he quickly turned his head, pretending to stare intently at the lake.

Wei Pingan didn't notice the third master, he didn't care about it at all.

Because according to the choice of the fishing expert, it would not be this location at all.

At the beginning of April, it is not yet the end of spring. In 57, it will not officially enter the summer until May 5th. Now it is still cold in the spring.

According to the physiological habits of fish, when the sun rises in the east, senior fishermen generally choose to fish in the west or northwest, so that the harvest will be easier.

Yan Bugui's so-called good location here is more from the perspective of anglers such as the environment and tree shade.

He didn't consider the situation of the fish at all, and how he made those fish feel.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Wei Pingan found an open space in the northwest corner, where there were three or two fishing friends, the youngest of whom looked like he was in his 40s.

In terms of age, Wei Ping'an is outstanding.

Once the location is selected, the fishing gear and equipment will start to move.

"Hey! The young man is well equipped."

A grey-haired old man with an unusual demeanor, but also quite energetic, was sitting more than three meters away from Wei Pingan's chosen location, a close neighbor.

"Hehe, thanks to your praise, it's all because of my own thinking."

Who has ever seen a five-step retractable fishing rod?Who used the fishing reel?

It's been less than ten years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and this is the first time this thing has emerged.

The old man watched Wei Pingan take all kinds of trendy equipment from his bag with great interest, and he didn't even care about his fishing rod.

Wei Pingan prepared two sets of fishing rods. Considering the theory of "fishing in shallow waters in spring but not in deep pools", he used a short fishing rod of 2.4 meters.

The reason why I bring two is to consider that it is a bit cold today, and some fish may also be active at the bottom of the deep water area.

In case the harvest is not big today, try using a long pole to put a string hook inside.

After getting ready, Wei Pingan took out the homemade bait and hung it on, lowered the rod by lifting the rod, made a support, and took out an iron bucket and an enamel jar from his bag.

The gray-haired old man couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.

I have been fishing for more than 20 years, and this is the first time I have seen someone play fishing in such a pleasant way.

Anyway, the old man felt an indescribable envy in his heart.

They all use the rest time to go fishing. Some people are very utilitarian, and some people enjoy the process.

The poor grade is not a star and a half.

Then I saw Wei Pingan take out a small bag of jasmine tea from his pocket. Looking at the packaging, it was still the authentic new wrapping paper of Zhang Yiyuan Tea House.

Last year, Zhang Yuyuan Tea House on Huashi Street and Zhang Yiyuan Tea House on Guanyinsi Street were revoked, and Zhang Yiyuan Wenji Tea House in Dashilan was renamed Zhang Yiyuan Tea House, using this kind of wrapping paper.

One yuan per pack, the price is second to none, the main thing is the card face, which reflects the exquisiteness of the tea ceremony.

The iron bucket is Wei Pingan's self-made outdoor insulation bucket. The outer shell is the self-display of the fitter's skills, and the inner core is the inner liner of the 314 stainless steel insulation cup redeemed by points...

"Young man, you are really particular about what you bring. Why haven't I seen you fishing here before?"

"This is just freeing up. In the past, I was busy with the three buckets of rice at home. How could I have the energy to satisfy my personal hobbies?"

"Oh? Now you can like it?"

"Yeah, this basically solves the problem of food and clothing. People should combine work and rest when they are alive. I might as well take advantage of the rest day to go fishing and relax."

Seeing that Wei Ping'an was also talkative, the old man became interested, and simply moved towards Wei Ping'an's side. The two were not far apart, and they could pass a cigarette with a stretched hand.

"The old gentleman is also a master, much higher than those people."

Those people refer to the people who are sitting on the opposite side of the fishing spot, which is open and comfortable, and there are tree roots leaning on them.

There is also the third master Yan Bugui in it.

After sitting down, Wei Pingan caught sight of him.

The reason why I open my mouth to praise is because I took other people's cigarettes, at least a few compliments.

This is not just nonsense.

In wide rivers, fish like to move in narrow places. Wei Pingan chose the deep and narrow place. The old man fished here, so he naturally chose it according to the fish's habits.

Wei Pingan took the eye from the old man, and it turned out to be Zhonghua.

The current production of this cigarette is not much, and the supply is mainly domestic. Although it is not unavailable in the market, it is expensive and scarce, and it is easy to find it.

What the old man handed over is far more orthodox than the orthodox ones that Wei Ping'an points exchanged for those White China, Black China, and Emerald China.

The key point is that all the cigarettes that Wei Pingan exchanged had filters, and he didn't dare to take them out to smoke casually.

"Haha, that's interesting, you're a slippery kid, you're even praising yourself."

The old man was grinning, he didn't care at all, but he seemed a little familiar.

Just as Wei Pingan was about to speak, he felt a fish biting the bait.

Flying fish pays attention to one-stop operation. If there are too many pauses, the fish will stir up the fish nest, and it will be unfriendly to fishing behind you and the people around you.

"Good luck, it's quite big."

Wei Pingan said in a self-deprecating manner, and his subordinates were not slow, took off the fish and re-baited the rod.

Skilled like a 20-year-old young man.

The old man remembered that his grandchildren were probably still playing the game of "Gang War" at the moment, and he felt that he was not as stable and mature as the kid in front of him.

The two chatted while fishing, and became acquainted in one morning.

It may be that Wei Ping'an's bait was sufficient, the old man took up the pole many times, and caught three fish, one big and two small, and the results were barely passable.

However, Wei Ping'an kept closing shots, harvesting seven or eight shots, and the smallest one was as big as a palm.

"Okay, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I'm leaving first. Let's talk next week when we have a chance."

"Okay, Comrade Wu, go slowly, I won't see you off."

The old man's name is Wu Jianguo, and he laughs at himself as a big soldier.

Wei Ping'an didn't believe it, because of his attitude, his conversation, and the fact that he still had time to go fishing, and there were orderlies to help pack his things, and he came to pick him up in a small jeep.

Call this a big soldier?We are people who went to high school.

It's just that Wei Ping'an doesn't climb the dragon and attaches himself to the phoenix, he just goes with the situation and is just a fishing friend with common interests and hobbies.

In the previous life, there were many fishing friends of all levels and teachings. As long as we could get along, Wei Pingan, the boss of a listed group, also had friends who were cooks at food stalls.

Hobbies are just hobbies, and it’s all about fate.

That's it.

(End of this chapter)