Upon approaching, there were indeed no boats nearby. It seemed that everyone had gone far away today. Chen Hong slowed down and found a small trench with a depth of ten or twenty meters.

After shutting down the engine and dropping anchor on the top of the trench, she stopped the boat and looked around. The seawater was dark and gloomy, with lush seaweed and gentle slopes of reefs, suitable for fish and shrimp to live in. She decided to cast her line there.

Chen Hong remembered this place. In her previous life, she had caught sea bream, sea bass, mudskippers, and rockfish here, and occasionally grouper. These were all kinds of fish that were easy to sell and delicious.

Today, we brought two fishing rods on the boat, one for sea fishing and one for casting. The fishing nets on the boat were taken off the boat when the fishing ban started. Chen Hong took out some pork liver strips, which had thawed after all this handling. Chen Hong had been busy these past few days and forgot to buy live bait.

I'll just use the fish I have in the freezer for now. If I catch any small fish, I won't release them; I'll use them as bait for today. Sigh, maybe I'm overthinking it. I haven't fished in over ten years; I don't know if my skills are still up to par.

Both fishing rods were hooked and weighted. First, the fishing line was cast into the sea to test the bottom. Then, the rods were baited and placed in the left fishing spot. Water was also released from the live water tank. The rods were then cast into the sea after the float was adjusted and baited.

Chen Hong gently moved the fishing rod slightly, and suddenly the float lurched and sank. Chen Hong lifted the rod to set the hook and quickly spun the reel. The pull from underwater was considerable; judging from the strength of the fish's struggle, it was probably a bass. She slowly spun the rod and quickly lifted it, interrupting the fish's swimming rhythm. The fish tried to swim away from the hook several times but failed, and Chen Hong quickly pulled it to the surface.

With a quick scoop of the net in her right hand, she lifted it onto the boat. It was indeed a bass. Using a towel to hold down the wriggling bass, Chen Hong used a fish catcher to remove the hook. Heighing it, she estimated it weighed about three pounds and put the fish into the live water tank.

I rebaited and cast the line. It seems my technique is still pretty good; I don't feel rusty, and my movements are fairly smooth. My young body is quite strong. With more practice and increased proficiency, I can definitely handle fishing.

Cast the line and gently twitch it to lure a big fish onto the hook. Pause for a moment, then twitch the line again. After a few times, the float suddenly sinks, and another fish is hooked. This fish is very fierce, pulling the line and thrashing its gills violently.

Chen Hong kept a close eye on the fishing line, constantly interrupting its escape rhythm by following its direction. In five minutes, she pulled the fish up. It was a green grouper, a bit bigger than the bass from before, probably weighing over 4 pounds.

The fish were biting well after the rain. Chen Hong didn't move for two hours and caught a total of 26 fish with his two fishing rods, including 7 groupers, 11 sea bass, 4 mudskippers, 3 rockfish, and 1 black sea bream.

Fortunately, apart from the mudskipper and the rock jutsu, which weighed between 4 liang and 1 jin, the rest were quite large. The largest rock jutsu weighed about 8 jin and almost pulled the unsuspecting Chen Hong off the boat. The rest weighed between 2 and 5 jin, which Chen Hong could easily handle.

It was almost 11 o'clock, and I hadn't caught a fish for over half an hour. It seemed there were no fish left down there, so I needed to move to another spot. I hadn't brought lunch today, and I had to go home after fishing for another hour. I took out my water bottle and drank some water.

Chen Hong set sail for 5 minutes, circled the reefs, and found a small ditch and a place with mixed aquatic plants. He stopped the boat, dropped anchor, and set up all the fishing rods.

Chen Hong placed the two fishing rods into the fishing holes on both sides of the boat, sat on the deck, stretched out her legs to relax, closed her eyes to rest for a while, and after 5 minutes, the fishing rods made a crisp tinkling sound.

Chen Hong got up and darted over, hooking the fish with her rod. She felt a lot of strength and quickly turned the reel. The fish in the water darted around wildly. No, it was a double catch!

I stopped playing the fish and went straight for it; it came up. It turned out to be a triple catch: two mudskippers and one black sea bream. The black sea bream weighed about two pounds, and the mudskippers, one large and one small, weighed about three pounds each.

Chen Hong pulled the fish into the cabin, covered the three fish with a towel, gently stepped on them, and used a fish control device to remove the hooks from each fish one by one and throw them into the live water tank.

This seemed to be a fishing spot; the fish caught were quite varied: barracuda, turbot, grouper, mudskipper, sea bass, chub, black bream, and red snapper. After an hour and a half, Chen Hong had caught 33 fish. Finally, he lifted his fishing rod and prepared to pack up and go home.

Chen Hong quickly reeled in the line, but suddenly felt something was wrong. It seemed like she had caught something, but it didn't feel like a fish.

She moved gently, gripping the fishing rod steadily. It was like something out of a novel, where someone fished up a handbag from the sea, containing gold jewelry like earrings and necklaces!

While her mind was racing, her hands remained steady. Soon, the fishhook surfaced, revealing its true form. Chen Hong carefully grasped the hook and meticulously untied a thin rope.

The thin rope was of indeterminate color, covered in silt, and had a foul, fishy smell. A jade pendant was tied to the rope.

Chen Hong filled a plastic bucket halfway with seawater, carefully scrubbing it with her hands. As the silt was washed away, a green jade pendant appeared in Chen Hong's hand.

The thin rope is purple with a hint of gold. Apart from the color, it is the same pendant rope that costs 50 cents a piece at the market craft stall. The quality, style and weaving method are exactly the same.