After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

The old fisherman lives in a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain. Usually, few people come here. When he has nothing to do, he sits in the yard to mend his fishing nets. However, his place has been very busy these days. The brothers from Ye Laosi's family come to him every day to ask him about fishing techniques, and they don't know how to avoid suspicion.

"Uncle Yu, Uncle Yu." Ye Xunqing called out across the fence, "Uncle Yu, have you had breakfast?"

The old fisherman looked at the porridge cooking in the hanging stove next to him and answered loudly, "Eat it."

"I don't believe it." Ye Xunqing said with a smile: "Ah Heng, quickly carry the firewood over."

Feng Jingheng came in carrying a load of firewood, which was enough for the fisherman to burn for several months.

The old fisherman quickly stood up to greet them, "Heng Er boy, what are you doing?"

Feng Jingheng said, "Ah Qing said it's not good to borrow your fishing rod all the time, so he asked me to pick up a load of firewood for you."

The old fisherman smiled happily, but still said stubbornly: "It's just a few fishing rods. I'll use them now. I'm old and can't catch fish anymore."

"You are not old." Ye Xunqing opened the basket covered with cloth. Inside was a piece of cake and a dish of mushroom and meat sauce. "Uncle Yu, this is a freshly made cake. Try it."

The old fisherman was deeply moved, "You two children..."

He has children. More than 20 years ago, there was a severe drought and his wife and children starved to death. He was the only old man left, making a living by fishing in a broken boat. Now that he is old, his fishing skills are not as good as before. He might starve to death one day.

"Hurry up and eat, Uncle Fisherman." Ye Xunqing urged, "Ah Heng and I are going out fishing soon, and we'd like to borrow your fishing boat."

The old fisherman said, "It's just a broken boat. You can use it and lock it up by the Pengshui River."

The cake was a bit hard for the old fisherman, but it was just right when soaked in porridge. He didn't know what kind of cake it was, and he didn't know how to make it anyway. He just knew that the cake was delicious.

Ye Xunqing and Feng Jingheng took fishing rods, fishing nets and the key to the broken boat from the old fisherman. These equipment are indispensable if they want to catch more fish.

"How old is Uncle Yu this year?" Ye Xunqing suddenly asked.

Feng Jingheng thought for a moment and said, "He and my grandfather are of the same generation. I guess he's in his fifties."

Ye Xunqing realized it belatedly, "Should I call him Grandpa Yu?"

"He doesn't object to you calling him Fisherman, so just call him that," said Feng Jingheng.

"That's right." Ye Xunqing couldn't figure out the relationships in the village. There was no family tree or anything. Everything depended on word of mouth from the older generation, and by now, it had long been unclear.

Just like Ye Hongxia and Ye Hongsheng, although they are both from the Hong generation, their relationship is beyond the fifth degree of kinship and can only be considered cousins. If they are willing to visit relatives, they can do so, and if they don’t want to, that’s it.

When they arrived at the river bank, Ye Xunbai and Mo Yuyan were already waiting for them there.

"Brother, Brother Xiaoyan found a place with a lot of earth dragons, and we dug up a lot of them." Ye Xunbai took credit for it to his brother.

Ye Xunqing praised them generously, "Xiaobai and Xiaoyan are both great! Let's go home and make fish soup for us tonight."

Ye Xunbai and Mo Yuyan were both very happy. They were looking forward to Ye Xunqing's praise, especially Mo Yuyan, who had always wanted to gain Ye Xunqing's recognition.

Feng Jingheng took the key to unlock the door, and Ye Xunqing took his two younger brothers to find a cool place to fish. They were going to do a big job today so that they could make a lot of money tomorrow morning.

The old fisherman’s fishing boat was indeed a bit broken, but it was still good for fishing, and Feng Jingheng could swim, so he was not afraid of drowning.

Feng Jingheng rowed over and shouted to the shore: "You wait here, I'm going to the deep water to cast the net."

Ye Xunqing shouted: "Be careful."

Feng Jingheng rowed the boat away, and Ye Xunqing's eyes followed him all the time. He was a little worried about Feng Jingheng, but Feng Jingheng had already promised him that nothing would happen, so he agreed to let Feng Jingheng go into the water.

The river is a little shallower than the last time I came. It must be that some villagers are diverting water to irrigate the seedlings.

Ye Xunqing thought about his own acres of land. He hadn't visited the rice seedlings since they were planted because he had never managed them before and didn't know how. But from his observation, Ye Laosi and his family hadn't taken care of the seedlings either, just waiting for them to mature naturally. In contrast, the Feng family often visited the fields to check on the seedlings.

However, when this batch of rice was harvested, Ye Xunqing had already married. No matter how the harvest was, it had nothing to do with him, so Ye Xunqing did not intend to take care of the seedlings of Ye Laosi's family and let them grow as they pleased.

Fishing in the river is much more efficient than fishing on the shore. Feng Jingheng is strong and can swing the net. With one cast, he can catch at least four or five big fish. He lets go of the small ones and keeps the big ones. Within an hour, the fish baskets on the boat are full.

Feng Jingheng came over with the boat, "Ah Qing, I'll lock the fishing boat back, you wait here for me."

"Okay." Ye Xunqing finally felt relieved.

However, his happiness did not last long, because the gangster appeared again, and this time the person he harassed was Mo Yuyan.

Mo Yuyan originally wanted to fish with Ye Xunqing and the others, but he felt that if they were all fishing together, the fish would not bite the hook, so he picked up his fish basket and walked a little further away. Unexpectedly, he ran into trouble as soon as he walked away.

Liu Wangcheng, nicknamed Erliuzi, is a small gangster in Liujia Village. He usually steals and cheats people. He is 27 or 28 years old and still has no wife.

He often traveled between three villages, stealing from one village and then moving on to another. He had a strong sense of circular development.

One day, as he reached the edge of Pengshui, he heard voices, soft and thin, clearly not men's. He peered through the reeds and saw two young men and a younger boy fishing.

He looked around for a long time, but no man showed up, so he started to have evil thoughts. He thought, "Such a pretty boy, I could snatch one of them and take him home as my wife." After looking around, he set his sights on the shorter, silent boy.

And God helped him. That guy left alone, so how could Liu Wangcheng not chase him?

Mo Yuyan had just found a place to sit down when he heard a sound coming from the reeds. Turning around, he saw a sloppy man.

The man looked at him with lustful eyes, "Be good, don't be afraid, brother will take good care of you!"

Mo Yuyan threw down his fishing rod and started running, but unexpectedly the man was faster and pounced on him and grabbed his arm.

"Ah ah..." Mo Yuyan struggled desperately.

"Turns out he's a mute. Being mute is good because a mute can't speak." Liu Wangcheng was even happier.

Mo Yuyan was so scared that he cried out, "Brother, help...help...help..."

Ye Xunqing had sharp ears and he immediately heard someone shouting for help, so he put down his fishing rod and went to the place where the sound came from.

Just one glance and Ye Xunqing was furious. Why did he always encounter gangsters when fishing? Are they the younger version of Tang Monk?