Chapter 94: The Private Pool Instantly Turns Into a Fish Pond!

Jiang Yan was overjoyed.

Heaven really never seals off all exits!

Since the heatwave began, this was the first time she’d seen any normal living creature outside.

She just didn’t know whether these fish had mutated like the mosquitoes and leeches.

Each fish in the group looked about as long as her arm, but at least they hadn’t grown strange teeth or changed color.

But they were a bit far away, so she couldn’t see clearly.

She’d just have to catch one and see!

But how to catch them was a problem.

She did have a pile of all kinds of fishing rods in her space—sea rods, river rods, all sorts.

But honestly, her fishing skills were pretty lousy; she was the type with lots of gear but little ability.

It was probably better to just use a fish net for a simple, brute-force approach.

But she wasn’t close enough.

When the fish swam to a certain spot, it was as if they’d become sentient.

They wouldn’t come any closer.

Jiang Yan thought for a moment, then finally took out a large fish trap from her space, along with a small plastic basin and a bag of cornmeal.

She mixed some water into the cornmeal, kneaded it into balls just a bit bigger than the mesh of the fish trap, and put them inside.

Then, she carefully lowered the fish trap over the edge of the door, inch by inch.

Once she judged the distance was right, she took out a small stool from her space, sat down, and used her feet to anchor the rope attached to the fish trap. Then she sprinkled some dry cornmeal above the trap.

She actually didn’t know much about fishing.

The agricultural tutorial videos she’d watched only taught net casting and such.

But she vaguely remembered seeing a fishing blogger on Douyin once, who said you had to “bait the spot” before fishing, and that fish liked to eat cornmeal and red worms. So she copied the idea and made some improvements.

Others waited by trees for rabbits; she was waiting by her net for fish.

Once everything was ready, all she could do now was wait for the fish to swim into the trap.

The fish were still swimming around.

Some soon caught the scent of the cornmeal and began to swim upward.

One, two, three...

After about ten minutes, a bold fish finally wriggled into Jiang Yan’s fish trap and began to gobble up the cornmeal balls inside.

Judging by how ravenously it ate, these fish were probably used to going hungry.

After all, the power plant was in a remote area, not like the city with its abundance of food.

Though those “foods” were another story altogether.

At least the water quality here was much better.

As for how the fish could grow so large with so little food, Jiang Yan guessed mutation was probably involved.

Honestly, mosquitoes, leeches, fish—mutating in such a short time—there was no scientific explanation.

But just like her own rebirth, her space, and her man-eating flower, none of it made scientific sense anyway.

Jiang Yan didn’t dwell on it, focusing all her attention on the water’s surface.

Soon, seeing the first fish eating safely inside the trap, the rest followed in, one after another.

The fish were so big that the trap was full with just seven or eight.

Jiang Yan judged it was about time, gripped the rope tightly in her hands, braced her feet, and with one powerful motion, hauled the fish trap up.

The fish realized what was happening, but it was too late.

With Jiang Yan’s strength, the trap was yanked right onto the ground.

Inside, the fish flopped and thrashed wildly, mouths agape.

Jiang Yan didn’t immediately put them into her space, but leaned in for a closer look.

The fins and shapes were distinctive—they were all tilapia.

Slimmer tilapia.

She was a bit puzzled.

Tilapia are tropical fish, preferring warm water and not picky about their environment.

They can even live in stinky ditches, earning them the nickname “trash fish.”

Back when the power plant was running, it discharged warm cooling water, so the little river outside was full of tilapia.

Later, the area even developed a whole agritourism business around tilapia farming.

The most famous dishes were spicy tilapia stew and grilled tilapia.

But right now, the water outside was only three or four degrees Celsius—far too cold for tilapia.

Yet they’d just been swimming around as if nothing was wrong.

Survival of the fittest.

Jiang Yan couldn’t help but suspect they really had mutated.

But suspicions aside, she decided to put them in her space for now.

After all, once Flower Baby finished eating all the gold and jewels, maybe a little stream would appear in her space.

A stream without fish would have no soul.

Now that all the fish were in contact with the trap, Jiang Yan didn’t have to grab them one by one—she just put the whole trap into her space.

Sensing with her mind, Jiang Yan couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

The good news: living things stored in her space stayed alive.

The bad news: her space was too smart.

Usually, unless she specified otherwise, anything she put in her space would be automatically sorted into the gray [Inventory Area].

But the live fish she’d just put in were automatically recognized and dumped into the outdoor pool next to her apple pod—a pool she rarely used.

Luckily, the pool wasn’t chlorinated or anything, and there were no chemicals in it.

The tilapia were swimming around happily.

Watching her private pool instantly turn into a fish pond, Jiang Yan couldn’t help but facepalm and sigh.

She figured that once the stream materialized, the fish would probably be automatically moved there.

Oh well, she’d transfer them once the stream was ready.

Thinking this, Jiang Yan left her space.

Then, using the same method, she caught a bunch more fish and put them into her luxurious “fish pond.”

Among the later catches, there were even a few carp, crucian carp, loaches, some river shrimp, and two palm-sized turtles.

Without exception, they were all much bigger than usual.

Probably, after the water level rose, fish and loaches that had been trapped at the bottom of the big lakes in Anming swam out.

Seeing so many lively, normal little animals, Jiang Yan grew more and more excited as she caught them.

When it was completely dark, she finally stopped fishing.

After packing everything up, Jiang Yan went upstairs.

The wind had picked up outside, and the rain was heavier.

Jiang Yan looked around the drafty rooms, found one with some shelter, and took out a tent from her space.

She’d wanted to sleep outside the night before, but Song Qian and the others had messed up her plans.

Now, no one would disturb her.

*

The next day.

When Jiang Yan woke up, the rain outside was even heavier.

She had a bad feeling.

It looked like the torrential downpour would probably hit tonight.

She decided to visit the bee base before noon and then head back.

With that in mind, Jiang Yan quickly took out a box of instant noodles from her space.

She grabbed a camping alcohol stove, added water, brought it to a boil, and soaked the noodles."