Just as Zhang finished cleaning up, Old Zheng's friend, whom he had called for help, arrived on a motorized tricycle.
The motorized tricycle's bed was fitted with a modified fish pouch, already partially filled with water, and it had a battery-powered oxygen pump attached to its side, making it very convenient for transporting small batches of live fish.
"Where are the fish we caught? Let's pull up the fish protector! Weigh them on the spot!"
Old Zheng, holding a mid-sized electronic scale in one hand, found a flat area and called out.
Although Old Zheng knew that Zhang Yang and the others had caught fish today and had quite a haul, he didn't know the exact number. Based on his usual understanding, he assumed that three people, each catching a dozen fish was quite a lot. After all, from his past experiences of fishing for silver carp at the reservoir, that was typically the level of catch for a whole day.
