Fishing Ground System: From a Derelict Pond to a Chain Empire

[A rotten pond from the start + reborn + System + rural entrepreneurship + face-slapping satisfaction + business-focused]

In his previous life, Jiang Che fell from scaffolding at a construction site. The first thing he did in this life was spend 8,000 yuan to lease the worst three-mu fishpond in the village.

His dad squatted by the pond, smoked half a pack, and asked, “Will this work?”

His mom stood by the courtyard gate, wiping away tears. “Why lease that rotten pond? Everyone in the village says you're crazy.”

His aunt Liu Cuifen squatted on the other side of the courtyard wall, cracking sunflower seeds. Her voice carried over the wall: “What good is a college diploma if you come home to raise fish? Everything they put in that pond dies. If he manages to raise fish, I'll eat the pond mud.”

Jiang Che squatted beside the three-mu pond and stared at its murky water. The System interface appeared: Water Purification Card activated. The duckweed slowly parted, revealing clear spring water beneath.

He stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants.

8,000 yuan. A rotten pond. A System. This life was set.

On opening day, all thirty anglers caught fish nonstop. Zhang Desheng was the first to try his luck. When a five-pound carp thrashed its tail, it splashed water all over his face. Liu Cuifen stood at the back of the crowd, her mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

Jiang Dashan squatted beside the pond, counting money with trembling hands. “Your mom and I make 3,200 yuan combined in a month. You make 1,800 in a day.”

Jiang Che said, “Dad, I won't let you and Mom suffer again in this life.”