With the old man here, Zeng Wangcai couldn't play tricks, so he honestly hung the earthworms one by one on the hook. After about half an hour, old man Liu smoked half a pack of cigarettes, but Zeng Wangcai still got nothing.
Lin Huyang, who was waiting for the fish to be cooked, was eagerly waiting and complained: "Wangcai, are you going to do this? I have already washed the pot, but you didn't catch a single fish. Who was it that promised a catch before, and asked me to prepare a sack..."
"Don't be anxious, be patient. Didn't Uncle Liu say that you have to be patient? With Uncle here, why worry about not being able to catch any fish?"
"That's not necessarily true. The key is... your understanding of fishing is too poor." Old Man Liu smiled embarrassedly.
It's been half an hour, he's really anxious.
He originally just wanted to give some pointers to the boys. Anyone can eat the fish in the river, and it's not easy for anyone these days. But for some reason, Zeng Wangcai only had fish taking bites but couldn't catch any. It seemed as if his pointers were inadequate.
After more than ten minutes, Zeng Wangcai still found nothing, and Old Man Liu finally couldn't stand it anymore.
Goodbye, take your time fishing!
Feeling humiliated, Old Man Liu slowly walked back. Just as he returned to his fishing spot, he heard Zeng Wangcai laughing behind him.
"It's hooked, it's hooked. This fish must be quite big. The fishing rod is bent..."
As soon as Old Man Liu left, Zeng Wangcai picked out a bighead carp weighing five or six pounds from the space and hung it on the fishhook.
Seeing Zeng Wangcai’s fishing rod bent into a bow, Old Man Liu had difficulty breathing... Could it be that my advice was wrong?
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