"Crash"...

This time, it was no longer the sound of water flowing.

Instead, as the water in the small pond began to decrease, the fish below hit Boling.

"Look, what a big fish."

"Haha, come on, everyone, the fish is out."

"Damn, I saw an eel, that's a good thing."

"Come on, it's my turn. Scoop some water and you can catch the fish."

When the tourists who had already been a little tired for a moment suddenly seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, pointing at the small pond and exclaiming.

At this time, because there is no more water.

Even if you stand on the shore, you can see the fish swimming everywhere in the water.

Therefore, even without Wang Zhen’s reminder, those who scooped water subconsciously accelerated the action of scooping water.

One barrel, two barrels, three barrels.

The less water, the more obvious the fish is.

Finally, after tourists scooped dozens of barrels again, many of the fish had already started to get stranded.

"Okay, what are you waiting for? You can go down and catch fish."

Seeing a scene, Wang Zhen, who had been guiding the side, reminded him immediately.

"Great, I caught fish."

"Pubo, pubo"...

Hearing Wang Zhen's words, tourists on both sides exclaimed, put down the buckets and basins in their hands, and headed straight into the ditch.

"Haha, I caught a crucian carp."

"I'll go, these wild fish are different, it's so hard to catch!"

"Oh, farmer, save me quickly, I'm caught by a crab."

"Look, you have a big catfish around you, hurry up and catch it."

After catching fish, tourists who know will immediately gain something, while tourists who don’t know will chase the fish in the ditch, experiencing the fun of catching fish.

This kind of fun is beyond the experience of fishing and netting.

Because no one knows what you will catch in the next second.

It may be crucian carp, catfish, eel, loach, or water snake.

Wang Zhen didn't know about it, but he knew very well that the tourists present were having a very happy time.

Of course, not all tourists will choose to catch fish, and some choose to direct and watch on the shore.

Most of these tourists are female tourists, and they are not idle either. Their main job is to take photos, post talks and group groups.

Some of these groups were not entered by Wang Zhen.

But most groups have Wang Zhen.

After all, there is no soul without the owner of the farm.

At this time, among the overlapping groups, most tourists who had already woken up early were already discussing the two things that Wang Zhen had just sent out about roasting corn on the open air and scooping fish in the ditch.

What you understand is explaining.

Don't know how to listen.

At this moment, the photos taken by tourists who did not go down to catch fish suddenly became the most powerful commentary.

It turns out that this is how it is to catch fish by scooping water in the ditch.

Take a wallet and find a way to scoop the water inside, so you can catch fish by yourself.

"Damn, I like fishing the most. I want to go to the water ditch."

"It looks very fun, I'm going to play."

"This way of catching fish reminds me of my childhood. No, I want to catch fish."

"Are there anyone who wants to cooperate? I'm going to go to Baoshuigou to experience it."

As the photos of the female tourists in the farm were posted, the tourists in the group who understood what was going on for a while began to speak out with interest.

At this moment, the sound of the tourists who were free were all excited and immediately got up from the bed and prepared to rush to the farm.

Of course, there are also some tourists who are still busy.

At this time, they could only look at them enviously and express their envious expressions in the group.

"I'm envious, I have to go to work."

"I envy you, go to work together."

"I'm envious, I have to be busy with something."

"I'm envious, there's still work to do."

"Envy, no time."

"Hehe, I'm not envious, I've already set out."

"See you in the group later!"

"Hahaha, fish, I'm here, waiting for me in the ditch."

As more and more tourists responded, the many farm groups suddenly became lively.

Of course, these are all those who are attracted by the fish.

There are also some people who don’t like to catch fish and don’t know how to roast corn. They suddenly asked in the group.

"Brothers and sisters, don't just talk about fish? Does anyone understand how to play roasted corn on this farm?"

The person who asked this question was obviously a child who lived in the city since childhood.

Otherwise, rural children would never be able to ask such a question.

"You don't know this? Just find an open space, find a pile of firewood to light it, then find a bamboo to skew the corn and put it in the fire to roast it, it's fragrant."

"The fake experts upstairs have the right ones in the front, but they are in the fire and roast them correctly, because the corn must be burned with firewood, otherwise it will be blackened."

"Baked corn, this activity is good. The corn I bought outside is cooked, but it really doesn't have any roasts."

"Hehe, I know this. I'm already on the way to the farm. Brothers, wait for me to put pictures."

"It sounds very fun, but unfortunately I'm not available. Brothers who are going there remember to take more photos."

When I heard someone in the group ask about roasted corn, I couldn't help but pretend to be an expert and started to popularize science in the group.

So, some tourists who were hesitating for a while could not come, imagined the scenes described by tourists out of thin air, or recalled some childhood memories, but in the end they couldn't help but temptation and chose to join the army immediately heading towards the farm.

At this time, the tourists catching fish on the farm have just begun.

As the fish were caught by them every day, even if they were already wet and dirty, they became less concerned.

Even when we arrived at the back, the female tourists who were not ready to come down and took photos on them couldn't help but temptation to catch fish and chose to join the ranks of fishing.

Seeing this, General Manager Wang Zhen felt relieved and handed over the tourists to his brothers. At the same time, he also called several brothers to go to the farm entrance to pick up the tourists in the group shouting that they were coming.

He was not idle either and went straight to the bamboo forest, preparing to make a few simple hand-made juicers to let tourists taste corn pole juice.

Corn stalks are edible.

Most rural children know this knowledge.

When he was a child, Wang Zhen and the others had a lot of harming corn poles because of this incident.

As for the taste?

A bit similar to green sugar cane.

The difference is that the corn stalks taste sweeter, with a sweet and greasy feeling.

Of course, not every corn pole is the same.

Some corn stalks are very sweet.

Some are too sweet.

What kind of food in the end depends on the people you choose.

Moreover, it is related to the planting environment.

In this regard, the farm's corn poles are undoubtedly the best.
Chapter completed!