A farming master in Stardew Valley

Chapter 141: When I think about it at the age of eighty, I have to slap myself
Seeing Lewis holding the desk calendar in one hand and a pen in the other hand, circling and writing on it, Leon came over curiously.

But what left him speechless was that Lewis first marked the traditional festivals of Stardew Valley every year, and then began to mark the birthdays of the residents in the town, and wrote down the names of those whose birthdays were on that day. Although there were many residents in Stardew Valley, Lewis only wrote down six names.

“Okay, I’ll give it back to you.” Lewis put away the pen and handed the calendar to Leon as a reminder.

“Why only six? And they are all girls around my age?” Leon looked at Lewis speechlessly and complained.

"Of course, my pen is out of ink," Lewis replied confidently. "I'll fill in the rest next time."

"When is the next time?" Leon asked.

"Next time is next time. I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go to Mani's place, otherwise it will rain and the road in the coal forest will be difficult to walk on." After Lewis said this, he left in a swagger, leaving Leon alone holding the desk calendar.

"Ugh"

Complaints aside, Lyon understood what Lewis meant, but some things really cannot be forced.

Even fishing requires baiting, let alone love. Not to mention that Leon is determined to become the most affectionate person in Stardew Valley. Some things are really not suitable to be done now.

After putting the calendar back into his backpack, Leon staggered to the river below the two independent villas No. 1 and No. 2 Liuxiang, found a very obvious uphill right-angled riverbank, and began to prepare for fishing.

The bait is fermented dough, and Lyon's preferred ingredient is added to it, which is the insect meat dropped by the insects in the mine.

Although it looks disgusting, the insect meat does not actually have a terrible smell. Instead, it has a strong fishy smell, which is perfect for fishing.

He took out a small piece and hung it on the fishhook. Lyon looked at the river water, which was bubbling because of the impending rain, and cast the fishing line with force.

Lyon, waiting for the fish to bite, sat cross-legged quietly on the stone embankment beside the river. He looked at the embankment, which was almost one meter higher than the water surface and was obviously a repaired embankment. He wondered if he took out a cherry bomb, lit it and threw it into the water, would it cause the embankment to collapse?

After all, before going out in the morning, Leon had thought about using cherry bombs to blow up fish. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but unfortunately the game did not support it. However, in reality, there were no restrictions set by the game framework. However, Leon was a little worried that the cherry bombs would blow up the river bank, so he was very conflicted.

Just as Lyon was thinking about whether he should go to other sparsely populated river areas to try out the power of the cherry bomb in the water or whether it could be successfully detonated, the fishing rod in Lyon's hand was suddenly bent into a big bow. If it weren't for the excellent toughness of the bamboo fishing rod, Lyon suspected that the rod would be broken.

Realizing that he had caught a big fish, Leon quickly stood up and began to control the reeling and releasing of the fishing rod. At the same time, according to the direction in which the fish hooked by the hook was struggling to escape, he pulled the fishing rod in the opposite direction and wrestled with it.

But this guy in the water is not a quiet one. Not only is he extremely strong in the water, but he is also extremely flexible. While running around in the water, he also tries to drill into some areas with complex underwater environments, making Leon clearly feel the extra resistance when being pulled.

Fortunately, the fishing rod and fishing line were of excellent quality, and Leon was quite strong, so he managed to stabilize the situation and control the fish within the area of ​​the maximum length of the line group.

Leon and the hooked fish battled for five or six minutes. The fish in the water gave up its struggle first, and Leon, sensing a noticeable decrease in the pull on the line, quickly began to reel it in. By the time he had reeled in most of the line, Leon could already make out the outline of the unfortunate, greedy fish on the surface: a dark figure with tentacles.

It is during rainy days that the target fish – catfish – appear in the river.

As if realizing that its life was hanging by a thread, the exhausted catfish made a final burst of energy and once again burst out with terrifying strength, catching Leon, who had not decelerated the damper, off guard and once again pulled out all the fishing line on the reel. Fortunately, Leon reacted and after controlling the situation, he started to wrestle with the catfish again.

At the same time, he did not give up reeling in the line. If he let the catfish pull, he was still a little worried that the fishing line would break due to being tense for a long time.

After all, this catfish is really big, it is a giant. In the words of the fisherman, if it runs away, he will slap himself when he thinks about it at his 80th birthday party.

Fortunately, the last burst of energy does not mean that the catfish can come back to life. This final violent resistance lasted only more than 20 seconds, and the catfish completely wilted. With Lyon's orderly reeling in, it was finally dragged ashore intact.

Looking at this fat big guy, Leon estimated that it was at least 1.2 meters long. No wonder it had so much strength in the water.

However, this catfish was covered with mucus, making it difficult to handle. Leon glanced around and after making sure there was no one around, he put it directly into the system backpack.

Having won his first battle and caught such a giant catfish, Leon was in high spirits. He also expressed his appreciation for his unique bait, saying that all the hardships he had endured in making it were worthwhile.
You know, in order to make the dough and the insect meat fully blend together, Lyon first chopped the insect meat and then rubbed the two together with his bare hands. Not only was he the victim, but Galaxy Watermelon Knife was also the same.

Lyon only has one kitchen knife, which he usually uses for cooking. If he uses it to cut insect meat, even if it can be washed clean, Lyon will feel disgusted when he thinks of the knife's past "highlight moments" in the future, so the Galaxy Watermelon Knife takes on this dirty job.

Now it seems that the efforts of himself and Galaxy Watermelon Knife have not been in vain. At least this kind of bait suits the taste of catfish.

He took another ball of dough from the big dough, hung it on the fish hook and threw it into the water. Lyon sat cross-legged again, staring at the water surface and waiting for the float to be pulled into the water.

"I thought it was Willy, but it turned out to be you. It's going to rain, so you don't need to work on the farm today."

Just as Leon was waiting for the fish to bite, someone suddenly patted his shoulder. Leon didn't even need to turn around, he knew it was Haley from the voice.

"Yeah, by the way, why did you get up so early?" Leon glanced at the time on his watch. It was just after seven o'clock. At this time, except for those who need to work, most young people with nothing to do would choose to sleep in their beds.

"The room is too stuffy." Hailey explained, then squatted beside Leon. Seeing that Leon had nothing around him except the fishing rod in his hand, she asked in confusion: "Don't you have a fishing box prepared for the fish?"

　Brothers, five updates a day, about twelve thousand words, is really not a small number. I am a human being, an older one at that, and all the content is typed by hand, without pasting or relying on data. This amount is already considered diligent. Don't rush me, leave me some way to survive.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)