Zhou Zhuo squatted by the river, and the fish float sank violently. With a flick of his wrist, a three-pound wild crucian carp burst out of the water—exploded! He grinned and said he could pay back five hundred yuan tonight. But while pushing the noodle stall back to the village entrance, Li Jiangang blocked the road with a cigarette in his mouth: "I'll take this fish, eighty." The market price is one hundred and fifty. Zhou Zhuo wanted to fight, but Zhao Meifeng's electric car behind him knocked over his noodle soup bucket. Hot soup was splashed all over the floor, and the broken bowl was pierced into the soles of my feet. He gritted his teeth and sold the fish to Li Jiangang, squatting on the ground to pick up broken porcelain with eighty yuan in his hand. Su Xiaoran passed by and threw down a pack of band-aids: "Don't pick them up. Tomorrow's market, you use the fish soup to make noodles, and I will set up a table for you." The next day, Zhou Zhuo boiled the remaining crucian carp into a thick white soup, pulled the strips with his hands, and poured spicy pepper on it. When the first bowl was brought out, Zhang Guilan burst into tears after eating it: "This fish is so fresh, it feels like I have returned to my parents' home." In the second bowl, Zhou Jianguo drank all the soup: "Boy, can this noodle of yours cure constipation?" Before the third bowl was out of the pot, there was already a queue at the market - even Li Jiangang was licking his face. Zhou Hao scooped up a spoonful of fish soup and smiled so hard that he showed his molar teeth: "Brother Li, a bowl of thirty, no bargaining." In this county that only values relationships and face, he insisted on using a fishing rod and a pot of soup to fish his own way.
