Zhang Yang also shook his head, "Who knows! It's not surprising to have grass carp in the reservoir. Maybe it's just that the temperature at noon is a bit higher, and the small grass carp start to feed!"
"That's possible too! This fish is only about two and a half pounds; just the right size to make sour fish back home!" Old Zhao echoed.
Originally, everyone thought it was just a small probability event that happened to catch their attention, but Wang Yan, who had returned to the fishing platform, cast a few more rods and caught another fish!
Another grass carp!
"Damn, did we hit a grass carp nest? What's going on?"
Zhang Yang, seeing the second fish clearly, while complaining, began to think rapidly in his mind.
Something's wrong, very wrong!
