A farming master in Stardew Valley

Chapter 734 The Causes of Stereotype Formation

If Leon had chosen to join the Joja family directly for convenience and ignored the community sacrifice route, then Stardew Valley, a paradise where people live in harmony with nature and peace, would probably have gradually transformed into another industrial town shrouded in the shadow of the Joja family after the Joja family took over the community center.

As for why Joja's obvious ambitions have not shaken its market position and expansion trend, it is actually very simple.

The bigwigs felt that with the Far Traveling Chamber of Commerce around, the Joja family wouldn't be able to cause any big waves, and the taxes the Joja family provided every year were also of paramount importance, so it would be difficult to go after this purse, and the most important point.

Or it is the Joja family's terrifying ability to supply in bulk that can meet the material needs of many ordinary people, or the poor. Therefore, due to these reasons, the Joja family can grow wildly and unscrupulously under the rules to its current point.

Leon cannot influence the overall situation, but he can make some impact on the Joja family in Stardew Valley and Pelican Town. At the very least, he has to ensure the tranquility of this area. Although the arrival of the Joja family will provide jobs and convenient shopping experience for many people, it is not irreplaceable.

However, it is too early to say this now. Lyon has not yet completed the restoration of the old community center, nor has he saved enough capital, but Lyon already has some thoughts about the future of Pelican Town.

After all, if nothing unexpected happens, this will be Lyon's residence for the rest of his life. Lyon naturally has to consider this second hometown to make it convenient for himself, his family and even his children, and also to make it convenient for the residents of Pelican Town. It's the best of both worlds.

"What are you thinking about? So engrossed? Your fishing rod is almost being dragged away."

Willy's voice interrupted Leon's thoughts. When Leon came to his senses, he noticed that his fishing rod had been dragged to the edge of the dock. If Willy hadn't grabbed the tail of the rod, the fishing rod would have been dragged to the bottom of the sea.

"Thinking about some future plans." After responding to Willy, Leon took the fishing rod handed back by Willy, lifted the rod and reeled in the line in one go. The struggling force from the other side of the hook was not very strong, so it should be a small guy.

Sure enough, after easily pulling it out of the water, looking at the red scales reflecting bright luster under the sunlight, it was indeed a little guy less than 40 centimeters long. I successfully dragged it onto the dock, and looking at its pink color and translucent fins, it felt quite festive.

"Red mullet (fish): They were once kept as pets."

Red mullet, no wonder the system gave such an evaluation, it is indeed very suitable for breeding as an ornamental fish in a fish tank, such a pink color is really pleasing.

"Willie, do you think this red mullet would be good fried?" But Leon wasn't keen on fish farming, or rather, wasn't particularly enthusiastic about raising ordinary fish. After all, what was the point of raising fish you could find everywhere? If you were going to raise fish, you should raise the rare, special fish, or the king of fish.

If you can't raise it, then the only options are selling it or eating it.

"I don't know, but if you make it into sashimi, it won't have much taste. If you want it to taste good, you need to use dipping sauce." Willy shook his head. After all, he was good at fishing and understood the habits and characteristics of fish, but when it came to cooking, he was only good at cooking until the fish were cooked. Leon asked the wrong person this question.

"It doesn't have any taste? I see." After throwing the red mullet into the backpack, Leon lost interest in it.

Fish sashimi, or fish sashimi, is a cooking method that best reflects the essential taste of fish. If the fish performs mediocrely in sashimi, it proves that the fish selected as the ingredient is not outstanding.

Perhaps choosing other cooking methods can bring it a new flavor, but the credit does not go to the fish itself, but to the chef and seasoning. If you have the ability, why not choose better fish ingredients to cook?
It's not like he has no choice. At least Lyon has plenty of good fish. One of the two tunas he caught last time will be used as a sacrifice, and the other, bigger one, is still in the refrigerator. For fried fish fillets, isn't tuna more delicious than red mullet?
"Want to exchange my bait? Yours has no appeal to big fish." Seeing that Leon was not interested in the red mullet he caught, Willy took out a ball of sticky pink paste from the bait box beside him and asked Leon.

Even from half a meter away, Leon could smell the fishy stench coming from the mess.

"Added bug meat?" Seeing the mushy color and the familiar smell, Leon's first thought was stink bugs from the mines. "Smart, an explorer as you are! I managed to get this bug meat from Marlon. He occasionally comes to me in the early morning to buy fish. We have a good relationship, so I was able to get this stuff. Most people would have to go through a lot of trouble to get it," Willy boasted proudly.

"Then I'll try." Leon didn't mind. After all, there was sea water around him. Even if the sticky bait stuck to his hands, he could just wash it off. A grown man didn't care about these things.

Although it looks like a paste, the bait with insect meat added is quite sticky. Although it keeps falling after being hung on the fishhook, not a drop of paste flows out. Obviously, there is no need to worry about it being washed away when thrown into the water.

Throwing the fishhook with the special bait into the water, Leon bent down on the dock and reached out to scoop water from the sea under the dock to wash his hands. Before he had time to sit down, he saw that his fishing float had gone black. He immediately picked up the fishing rod, locked the damper, and started to lift the rod.

The struggling force was slightly greater than that of the red mullet before, but compared with the straight escape route of the red mullet, the swimming trajectory of this hooked fish was very unpredictable, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes left, sometimes right, making it difficult and inconvenient for Lyon to control the line according to its swimming direction.

"Oh, this line is for pufferfish." As an experienced fisherman, Willy was able to roughly determine the species of the hooked fish simply by the path the fish took as it struggled to escape.

"If I pull the lever violently, will it come off?" Hearing Willy's certainty about the type of glutton that had not yet appeared, Leon couldn't help but sigh at Willy's experience and asked immediately.

"No problem. Pufferfish are very good at swallowing hooks. Unless you are unlucky, there is basically no possibility of them getting off the hook. Just give it a try." Willy encouraged.

"Row."

Being able to perform miracles with great force was not a problem for Lyon. He retrieved the line reel frantically, clamped the fishing rod under the armpit, grabbed the middle of the fishing rod and pulled it up violently. The pufferfish, which was struggling to escape, was pulled out of the water and onto the dock by Lyon's brute force.

"Wow, it's quite big." Looking at the basketball-sized pufferfish hanging on the fishhook, Lyon's face was full of smiles, because this round pufferfish with small spines all over its body always reminded him of those fishermen who caught them and used them to polish their shoes. However, compared to those small pufferfish that could be caught with one palm, the one in front of him was much bigger.

"Leon, don't eat this thing casually. The liver and blood of pufferfish are highly poisonous. Only a chef with a professional certificate in slaughtering and cooking pufferfish can cook it. You can't cook it privately."

Seeing Lyon's smiling face, Willy's first reaction was that Lyon was thinking of the delicious puffer fish and was thinking about how to cook it. He immediately put on a stern face and warned Lyon.

Hearing this, Leon looked at Willy with a mixture of laughter and tears and complained, "Of course I know. Why did you think I would eat it first, Willy?"

Willy rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Leon immediately thought of his previous inquiry about red mullet and the smiling face after catching the puffer fish, and he felt relieved.

It's no wonder that Willy misunderstood. He had already preconceived the idea that Leon's obsession with how to cook and taste was deeply ingrained in his bones, so he tried to persuade him in this way.

"Don't worry, I'm not that desperate to die. I won't take the initiative to try to cook this puffer fish. You can rest assured."

(End of this chapter)