An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Jing Chunxi looked at the two large buckets that had been brought in, as well as the two large wooden basins that could hold hundreds of kilograms of fish. It would be embarrassing if he couldn't catch any fish.

Regardless of what Jing Chunxi or the others thought, the stool had already been brought in and the bait had been prepared. It was too late to regret now; they could only go ahead and do it.

Seeing that no one moved, Chongsan picked up a fishing rod and sat down on a small stool.

He cast the line back and up high. Although not very far, the line still moved smoothly backward, following the current and wind. However, when the line hit the water, the line from the rod to the float formed a straight line. The bait on the hook did not sink to the bottom as they had hoped, but instead floated up and down with the current, and the small piece of meat almost floated on the surface of the river.

It was so unbelievable that everyone was stunned.

Xiaoman couldn't help but cover his mouth and laughed: "Hahaha! It's so funny, is it because the water is too fast?" His laughter attracted everyone's attention, while others dared to hide their laughter under their skin and did not dare to make any sound.

Ah Qi just happened to rush over after hearing the news, and slapped Xiao Man on the butt with his big hand. He was busy trying to help the young lady and said, "It's not that the water is fast, it's that the boat is too fast." Xiao Man was a little dazed by the slap, and she rubbed her head with a somewhat aggrieved expression.

Tang Shuang, however, spoke bluntly: "The bait has become floating on the water. Can the fish still jump up to eat meat?" Before she could finish her words, Chun Tao covered her mouth. Chun Tao glared at Tang Shuang, signaling her to stop talking and not embarrass the young lady further.

Jing Chunxi didn't even look back at them, but kept staring at the corn stalk buoy.

Chongsan shook his head countless times in his heart. To ease the awkwardness, he stood up and handed the fishing rod in his hand to Jing Chunxi: "Miss, you go first, I'll fill another one for Xiaoman."

Jing Chunxi didn't dare to take on this hot potato, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "You guys go play first, I'll go see the scenery."

She thought to herself: "If there are no fish, just have some fun." But she was afraid of being embarrassed. After all, she knew she knew nothing about fishing.

Seeing how long the fishing line was, with the bait floating two or three feet away, she felt that she had even less chance of catching fish or shrimp. Wasn't she squatting here for nothing?

No, she had to think of a way. Jing Chunxi thought as she stepped back, turned around, and headed towards the deck in front.

It’s better to be embarrassed than to be humiliated!

When Jing Chunxi left, everyone was left looking at each other in bewilderment. It seemed that the master had slipped away as soon as he saw that the situation was not good. What should they do now?

Chongsan was also embarrassed holding the fishing rod, and asked Ah Qi: "Seventh Brother, are you still fishing?"

His idea was simple: the young lady had already left, so if he didn't withdraw now, when would he?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, Ah Qi scolded him: "Did the young lady ask you to take it back? Can't you find a way to deal with the meat if it floats up? Can't you just let it sink?"

Ah Qi's words left everyone speechless. They stared at each other, secretly admiring Uncle Qi's persistence. No wonder he could be the second in command.

Uncle Seven is determined to carry out the young lady's plan to the end, no matter what the outcome is, no matter whether they live or die!

Seeing the situation was not good, July decided that staying like this was not a solution. He decided to find something to do and immediately pulled September along with him. "Let's go to the front deck and see if there are any pig bones. Maybe tying them up will help the meat sink."

Xiao Man complained in her heart: Haha! If there are pig bones to chew on, will the fish and shrimp still bite the hook?

Cheng Rui, who hadn't wanted to fish in the first place, suddenly developed a bad taste in his mouth. He picked up a fishing rod and sat down on a stool next to Chong San. With a hint of laziness and leisure, he said, "The important thing is to fish. It doesn't matter whether there are fish or not."

His words left everyone speechless.

Mr. Tao, you are smart.

……

On the deck, a boatman was busy working. He was short, dark-skinned, and his face was full of traces of time.

He held two long bamboo poles in his hands, almost twice as long as he was tall. He kept walking back and forth around the boat, digging the poles deep into the water, stirring the water with his movements, making a "swishing" sound.

Sometimes, he put two bamboo poles together and stirred them vigorously, as if he was turning over the mud and sand at the bottom of the water; sometimes, he twisted a bamboo pole quickly a few times, and then waved it left and right in the water, as if he was digging something at the bottom of the water.

The water in the middle of the river was unfathomable, and it was impossible for the bamboo pole to reach the bottom. Was the boatman just bored, or did he have another purpose?

Jing Chunxi stood at the other end of the deck, her eyes riveted by the boatman's movements. She had come to admire the river scenery, but how could she possibly have the time to do so now? She stared at the boatman's movements for a long moment, unable to make out what was going on.

The boatman's movements seemed chaotic, yet they revealed a certain proficiency. Confused, Jing Chunxi couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

Hearing the voice, the boatman raised his head, turned his somewhat stiff neck, and then turned to look at Jing Chunxi. He smiled slightly and called out, "Miss," then lowered his head again and said nothing more.

He shook the two bamboo poles and then slowly lifted them up. Because the poles were too long, he tucked his hands under them as he lifted them, his movements slow and rhythmic.

The bamboo pole brought up a series of splashes in the water, splashing on the deck with a crisp sound. He didn't pause until the bamboo pole was six or seven feet above his head, and took a few deep breaths.

Then, he grasped the middle of the two bamboo poles with both hands, and quickly lifted and pulled them up completely.