A single remark about low water temperature limiting appetite made Zhang Yang's mind light up instantly.

Is it possible? It's very likely!

Zhang Yang had such concerns while making the bait, which is why the two of them together used only about one pound of aged corn for the new bait piles.

That's half a pound of bait per pile, which is very little for fishing big fish; if the weather were warmer, this amount wouldn't be enough for even one fish.

But now, with the low water temperature, the fish are less active and can't eat that much bait, significantly reducing their chance of taking the hook.

"I'll try a new trick!" Zhang Yang once again pulled the fishing rig from the water and rummaged through the fishing box.

Within seconds, Zhang Yang had an ordinary wood-grain spool in hand, snipped a little piece off with scissors, and attached it to the hook shank, then re-baited the hook with aged corn on the tip.

After adjusting the hook bait, Zhang Yang added a piece of lead to the lead seat, directly setting it to the heavy running lead fishing state.

With Zhang Yang's adjustment, once the double-hook rig entered the water, the lower hook would rise from the bottom due to the buoyancy of the foam, standing out from the corn kernels.

He cast into the bait pile again and waited patiently.

It sounds complicated, but basically he's altering a sensitive suspended fishing method to a dull resting bottom fishing, with a touch of European carp bottom fishing method on the hook, making it easier for the fish in the bait pile to find the bait on the hook.

Experience has proven that a reasonable fishing method can often immediately boost catches.

Zhang Yang had just finished adjusting and three minutes later, the bobber had a very noticeable movement.

Whoosh!

The two and a half visible bobber tips were suddenly pulled underwater, prompting Zhang Yang to twitch his wrist and set the hook!

He felt significant resistance from below, he managed to catch one!

The 2.5 main line+1.5 sub-line, paired with the second number New Kanto hook, in spring, made it highly likely for Zhang Yang to handle fish under ten pounds successfully.

After hooking the fish, Zhang Yang quickly raised the rod, immediately pulling the fish out of the bait pile area.

"Got one, and it's not small!" Zhang Yang called out, his left hand habitually resting on the middle of the handle segment.

The fish struggling underwater exerted decent force; with over two meters of water depth, it couldn't stir up any splash in Zhang Yang's hands.

Zhang Yang relied on his skilled figure-eight fish swing technique, back and forth, to wear down the fish's strength, taking no more than three minutes to succeed in tiring it out, bringing it belly-up to the surface.

A wild carp weighing approximately four and a half pounds, with blue-gray scales, a bright red tail, and a large mouth; it appeared very beautiful.

As Zhang Yang was removing the hook, he purposely glanced at where the hook was set in the fish's mouth, perfectly centered at 12 o'clock.

At this moment, Zhang Yang's tense nerves completely relaxed.

"Hey, Brother Yang, how'd you make that adjustment? I'm just getting air bubbles over here, no bites!"

Seeing Zhang Yang tally the big carp into the fish holder, Meng Fan's mouth almost drooled.

Without holding back, Zhang Yang taught Meng Fan how to adjust the fishing rig and how to set the details of the bottom fishing method.

After some adjustments, Meng Fan also tried attaching small foam to the hook shank.

The foam-added hook positioned underwater in a bottom state amidst a plethora of corn bait, particularly noticeable, greatly increasing the chance of ingestion.

So, in less than five minutes, Meng Fan also got a bite, setting the hook and catching a carp over five pounds.

Once they fathomed the fishing method's logic, Zhang Yang and Meng Fan quickly experienced a brief high tide of catching fish.

With an average rate of one fish every ten minutes, they caught seven or eight big carp altogether.

As the sun set and the sky grew dim, the fish hold of the two had easily exceeded a hundred pounds in fish.

"Brother Yang, shall we continue tonight? I feel the bites aren't stopping at all!" Meng Fan glanced at his watch and asked.

Zhang Yang also felt thrilled, fulfilling both video material capture and personal satisfaction, achieving today's set target perfectly.

Now that he's asked about continuing night fishing, Zhang Yang hesitated a bit.

In early spring, nights by the water are still quite cold, now with a fish hold filled with live wild fish, including seven or eight big carps pulled up, Zhang Yang felt it might be unnecessary to stay any longer.

After all, the craving was satisfied, and he couldn't be sure of the night bites; staying the whole night would surely deplete his energy for the next day's fishing session. It seemed better to rest today and return tomorrow morning.

"Everyone's been at it all day. Xiao Yi has to go home and edit the videos! Why don't we come back tomorrow morning?" Zhang Yang hesitated for a few seconds before proposing.

"Such a good spot, leaving it empty at night? What if someone takes the fishing spot?" Meng Fan was a little unwilling.

Hearing Meng Fan's concerns, Zhang Yang grinned: "That's easy. I'll call Old Zhao right now! Let's pack up and rest, have Old Zhao and Brother Jun come over to continue at the spot!"

"Alright, let's leave the fishing platform here! We'll come in early tomorrow, not missing a thing!" Meng Fan nodded, agreeing with Zhang Yang's proposal.

Soon, Zhang Yang took out his phone and called Zhao Bingguang.

During this period, Old Zhao has mostly focused on expanding new agency businesses for the company and managing the factory's order production, with noticeably fewer fishing trips than usual.

Upon hearing Zhang Yang's information over the phone, Old Zhao immediately agreed to come over and continue on the spot, ready to battle several rounds throughout the night.

By fully evening, past six-thirty, Old Zhao drove quickly to the fishing spot, decked out with a military coat and chest-high waterproof trousers, fully equipped and ready.

"You guys caught over a hundred pounds of fish today? Is it true? Is there still fish biting in the spot?" Just after getting out of the car, Old Zhao eagerly asked.

Zhang Yang grinned and used a flashlight to illuminate the fish holder already pulled to the riverbank: "See for yourself! Didn't pack the gear, there's plenty of bait left. Follow my instructions to continue baiting and fishing, satisfaction guaranteed!"

Zhao Bingguang lifted the holder, but couldn't budge it. He opened the mouth and looked inside, large carp the size of shoe soles packed tightly together, a visual impact beyond words.

"Wow! Wang Jun, look, these big slabs are averaging over a pound each!" Zhao Bingguang exclaimed in surprise.

A bit slow to respond, Wang Jun came closer and had a few glances, then silently started removing his shoes, fitting waterproof pants for entering the water.

In the following half-hour, four men together pulled the day's catch ashore, loaded it into the vehicle, then after completing the spot transfer, Zhang Yang and Meng Fan honked, heading straight to their long-time water market friend specialized in wild carp!

Locally, a saying goes, a wild carp over a pound is as precious as ginseng; it's very rare for one to grow to over a pound in a wild aquatic environment. Normally, through a whole spring of fishing, one might not even happen upon one.

Yet today, Zhang Yang dominated, catching a whopping seventy to eighty pounds a person.

As each plate-sized wild carp jumped into the weighing basket, the aquatic product owner was utterly astonished.

After setting aside two of the largest for home, all other over-a-pound carps were sold at a high price of 15 per pound to the aquatic product owner.

These would earn several times the price from not-short-on-cash childbirth families and easily resell for thirty per pound at major supermarkets in the city center.

After weighing and settling accounts, Zhang Yang's total carp catch reached 85 pounds, adding to more than thirty pounds of wild carp, generating 1673 bucks in total.

Typically, Meng Fan seldom sells his fish to markets but decided not to bring them all home to gift away today, kept a portion, and sold the rest for over 900 bucks.

Two anglers and a cameraman, squatting by the Wen River for a day, managed a fish harvest valued at nearly three thousand bucks!

Considering the upcoming days, as long as the spots are not prematurely revealed, the future harvest remains very promising.