As time passed, the temperature gradually rose, and under the sunlight, everyone finally started to feel a bit warm.
The fishing yield of Zhang Yang's team continued to increase steadily, and around eleven in the morning, they experienced the first wave of small consecutive catches.
The smallest were half-pound pure wild big board crucian carps, and basically every bait they put in would get a bite, all four of them were catching fish, and everyone was focused on fishing, not even taking the time to joke around with one another.
This explosive consecutive catch situation is difficult even in black pits, where the spot might be slightly off; but here, it's so easy, they just paid a thirty-yuan fishing fee when entering the reservoir area, and they encountered it just like that.
The consecutive catches continued until around noon, and the pace of catching fish gradually slowed down.
Of the five people, four were busy on their fishing boxes all morning and didn't even go to the restroom, feeling not a bit tired. When you catch fish well, you don't feel tired, sleepy, thirsty, or hungry.
Zhang Yang noticed the bites were gradually slowing down, and timely asked, "Is the bite getting slow on your side?"
"Mine's basically stopped!"
Old Zhao nodded: "Mine's been without a bite for over ten minutes! What to do? Should we replenish the bait pile?"
"So exhilarating, even more fun than paying a high price for big guns at the black pit!"
Zhang Yang suggested: "Let's refill the bait pile! If we're lucky, when the bait attracts fish by noon, we might catch them in consecutive streaks again in the afternoon!"
Old Zhao nodded: "Okay, let's do as you say! Refill with two more pounds of feed! In the afternoon, we might catch another thirty to fifty pounds of fish!"
Soon, everyone uniformly waded off the fishing platform, then took bottom bait, mixed it with Rice for Making Wine, and replenished the bait pile again.
After catching fish, no one was stingy with the bait pile, forming bait balls the size of fists and casting them recklessly.
Zhang Yang opened the door of his Wuling Hongguang car and directly pulled out a box of braised beef noodles from under the back seat. "There's water and instant noodles with sausages in the car. While the bait pile doesn't have bites, let's fix a few bowls of instant noodles to fill our stomachs. There's no place to eat in this wilderness!"
"Hey, hearing you say that, I'm actually hungry! Don't just stand there, get ready for lunch!" Zhao Bingguang was the first to put down his fishing rod and return to the shore.
Having caught fish, everyone was in a good mood, and even having instant noodles together was cheerful. A group of people took folding chairs from the car, formed a circle, and took turns pouring hot water from the large thermos Zhang Yang brought to prepare the noodles.
Feeling the atmosphere was a bit dull, Wang Jun strolled around the shore and carried back an almost rotten dead tree.
With a few quick moves of an entrenching shovel, they chopped it into large pieces, then collected some stones from the shore to build a simple fire pit, and everyone gathered around to light branches, chatting and laughing while warming themselves.
While working, Wang Yan was incredibly diligent, even capturing several shots of them warming by the shore,
Only after everyone was almost done with their instant noodles did he eat, by then the noodles were a bit soggy, but he didn't mind.
After months of working in harmony, Zhang Yang's impression of Wang Yan had improved.
This guy, who usually seemed rather eccentric, changed notably once in work mode; despite the exciting fishing conditions in the morning, he resisted the urge to cast a rod and stayed focused on filming the whole time.
Zhang Yang lightly patted Wang Yan's shoulder, who turned around, holding his instant noodle bowl, with a puzzled look.
"What's up?"
"This morning, with those consecutive big board crucian catches, didn't you feel tempted? It's unlike your style not to say a word!" Zhang Yang casually said while chatting.
"I was tempted, who said I wasn't! That feeling was like when I was fifteen or sixteen watching a little movie at a classmate's house for the first time—scratching a perennial itch inside, even worse than a cat scratching!
But you know, that's the job we're doing! Work is work, and life is life, those shouldn't be mixed!"
"Wow! What a wild metaphor! Fishing and watching movies, totally unrelated!" Wang Jun couldn't help but comment, puffing a smoke ring out of his mouth.
"Filming all morning, there should be plenty of material, right? You take over in the afternoon!" Zhang Yang continued.
"Really?" Wang Yan sprang up upon hearing this while crouching and eating noodles.
"Oh come on! What's with the 'really'? Why would I deceive you?" Gong Zheng said, rolling his eyes.
"I do want to fish, just… just…"
Wang Yan frustratedly rubbed his face, with a particularly conflicted expression.
"Whatever do you mean? Do you have a secret? Did you sneakily undergo a circumcision and now don't dare sit?" Zhang Yang teased him with a slightly racy joke.
Wang Yan shook his head: "I made a rule for myself, during work, not to allow myself to be distracted by other things!
Otherwise, I'll just let it go; can't lower my standards for myself just because the fishing is good!"
This time, even Meng Fan, who had been quiet, was amused.
"Hey, this is really interesting! Brother Yan, your level of consciousness is a bit high, huh!"
Zhang Yang smiled and asked: "Really won't fish? Don't regret it later, it's rare to catch such good fish in a reservoir!"
"Really won't fish!"
Wang Yan gritted his teeth and shook his head with exaggerated movements as if if he shook less forcefully he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation and change his mind.
"Ah... I originally intended to gradually cultivate you to appear on camera this year, but seeing this, it seems like that path won't work? Are you sticking strictly behind the scenes?" Zhang Yang smilingly continued.
"On camera? What on camera?"
Wang Yan and Wang Jun simultaneously reacted, both responding in unison.
Zhang Yang continued: "The day before yesterday, I discussed with Old Zhao the program format of Black Pit Jianghu and the direction of the subsequent contents!