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The boatman, who thought something had happened, was shocked to see the lively scene on the deck and the tub full of lively fish. His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, as if he had seen something incredible.

He stammered, "How did you catch it? Did you run into a fish nest?" There was a slight tremor in his voice, and he was obviously shocked by the sudden catch.

Jing Chunxi turned around and looked at the boatman with a smile, her eyes full of teasing: "I already said that I would treat you to fish tonight, so of course I have to do my best." Her smile was bright and beautiful, and everything was under her control.

She paused deliberately and added, "Look, there are so many of us. We can't let everyone go back empty-handed, right?"

Jing Chunxi didn't hesitate to show him what he was doing. Tang Shuang pulled up another palm-sized fish. The boatman, terrified at the sight of the fish, reacted with a startled expression. "I've been boating in this river since I was a teenager, and I've never seen a fish caught so easily. Besides, when did this kind of fish appear in the Min River?" He frowned, carefully examining each fish in the tub and trying to recall his years of experience, but couldn't find anything similar.

Jing Chunxi smiled even more happily, and she deliberately put on a mysterious look: "Don't they say that the closer you are to the sea, the more strange fish there are? Are they mutated?" This was something she found out only after living in Yamen Village for a while.

The fish in the sea were all strange and varied, and they didn't dare to taste some of the fancy rogue fish. Although the boatman had a lot of experience, he still had his limitations, so he deliberately teased him.

The boatman glared at her.

Jing Chunxi glanced at him, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "This place is still far from the estuary." In his opinion, Jing Chunxi's words were a bit ridiculous. After all, they were still in the upper reaches of the Minjiang River, still some distance away from the sea, and these fish were obviously not produced in the junction of salt water and fresh water.

Someone immediately retorted to the boatman: "The checkpoints can't block the fish. Won't they swim up by themselves?" This made everyone around laugh, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

Jing Chunxi didn't have time to continue the war of words with him. Seeing that Tang Shuang had satisfied his cravings several times and had already handed the net bag to Ah Qi, she leaned over again. Ah Qi had worked the hardest this trip, had to use his brain the most, and had been so worried. He had to be happy.

She thought to herself that she must let Ah Qi experience the joy of harvest no matter what.

Ah Qi hadn't had much faith in catching fish. He thought that perhaps, just as the boatman had said, he had just hit a fish nest. But now that the boat had traveled so far, he felt the chances of catching any more fish were slim to none.

He was also deeply concerned. Anyone who touched the net now caught fish, but if he caught nothing, people might say he had bad luck. They might even blame him for his inability to find a wife. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped the net, silently praying: Even if he couldn't catch any fish, at least he could get a few shrimp and snails.

Who knew that once the young lady followed him, he felt something heavy in his hand as he scooped it up. When he pulled it up, he saw both fish and shrimp! He couldn't believe his eyes, muttering to himself, "My luck is too good!" A smile of surprise spread across his face, as if he had found a treasure.

Ah Qi had caught so many fish and shrimps that if he poured them all into the basin, they would definitely overflow. He had no choice but to use another wooden basin.

After pouring out the fish and shrimp, Ah Qi felt much more at ease. He felt that he had come out on top and was even a little complacent.

Turning around, the net bag stirred the water a few more times, and the lady moved closer again, and the feeling came again: three at a time.

Ah Qi was completely overwhelmed, completely bewildered by this unexpected haul. He couldn't help but look at Jing Chunxi beside him, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Miss, you must be my lucky star. I've never even caught a small shrimp in my life." His expression was so touching that he was about to cry.

Jing Chunxi smiled slightly and said in a relaxed tone: "Yes, I am a lucky star. That's what my grandparents said. When I was born, my mother said that the sky was full of rosy clouds. Doesn't that mean I am surrounded by good fortune?" He used an exaggerated expression, but spoke in a light tone, as if all this was taken for granted.

When Miss was praised, Frosting became excited again and nodded beside her: "That's right, as long as the master is with us during the exile, everything will turn out well. We even eat braised pork every meal."

Her words made everyone around her laugh, but Jing Chunxi held his forehead helplessly: This is too much praise, where does she get such great ability?

Until both buckets and basins were almost full. Everyone present had practiced and had a catch. Jing Chunxi also felt tired and slowly stopped fishing, leaving the fishermen with no fish to catch for a long time.

Finally, she stretched lazily, yawned a few times, and said, "I'm so sleepy. I'm going to lie down for a while. Chuntao, I want to eat fish soup later!" There was a hint of fatigue in her voice, but the tone was still relaxed, like the relief of a heavy burden after completing an important task.

"Miss, please go back quickly and change your clothes before going to bed. The fish soup is ready and I will bring it to you. We will have a fish feast tonight." Chuntao said hurriedly, her face full of concern and a hint of excitement in her eyes.

The people around cheered again. Now that the lucky lady was gone, everyone was ready to leave.

Chuntao had already figured out how to eat the fish. But seeing so many fish, she was a little worried. For a moment, she didn't know what to do with them. She frowned, thinking to herself: It seems that all I have to eat for the next few days is fish. If that happens, what will happen to the wild boar and a half? I can't let it stink.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had thought of a good idea: "Haha, I got it. Isn't stewing mutton and fish a delicious dish? Stewing wild boar meat and fish together must taste pretty good." She couldn't help laughing, thinking that her idea was very good.