Since I have plenty of bait, I might as well just put more bait on the hook.
Of course, not hanging it on a hook, that would be foolish.
Without hesitation, Ye Cheng redeemed a few more fishhooks from the system, making a total of six. He quickly tied them to the fishing line and then attached the float to the top of the hook, ensuring that all the hooks were underwater.
Then he baited all six hooks.
If we're just unlucky, then we'll win by sheer volume.
Old Lin and Old Chen, who were standing nearby, shook their heads repeatedly, "Young man, you're wasting bait, it's useless."
According to probability theory, the luck value of each fishhook is 30, and the catch rate will not increase just because there are more fishhook.
But probability theory is probability theory, and reality is reality.
Success literature tells Ye Cheng that the more you put in, the more you are likely to reap.
With six hooks, the setup is quite long, making it much more difficult to cast the line.
Ye Cheng carefully flung it out, and this time it went exceptionally smoothly, flying straight out with a whoosh, making Ye Cheng very happy.
"Collect it, collect it!" Old Chen shouted to remind Ye Cheng.
The sound reminded Ye Cheng, and he quickly stopped. The fishing rod barely hit the rock and bounced back gently. If he had been any later, it was hard to say whether the fishing rod would have broken.
With a soft splash, all six fishing hooks were successfully lowered into the water, and the floats stood firmly upright on the surface.
"Your spot is good, the depth is enough, otherwise the length of those six hooks alone would be enough to sink you to the bottom," Old Chen said casually from the side.
This was something Ye Cheng hadn't considered; luckily, he was fortunate.
With 6 hooks and 6 baits, the float is now much busier.
It tilts or moves slightly every now and then.
It looked like a lot of fun, but it also brought Ye Cheng a lot of trouble.
I can't feel the fish biting the hook anymore; it's moving around a bit erratically.
Fortunately, after a period of chaos, things finally became more regular.
It's very likely that all the other baits have been eaten, leaving only the last one.
Ye Cheng watched the float sink and pulled the rod sharply. The float came out of the water, the rod bent, and he took the bait.
This time, the force didn't seem very strong; it wasn't a big fish.
It wasn't a big fish, and Ye Cheng didn't tease it for that long. After circling it a couple of times, he simply pulled it out of the water.
A yellow-legged snapper, scientifically known as the yellowfin snapper, is a type of snapper that is not very big. It is called a yellow-legged snapper because the lower part of its tail fin is yellow.
This is similar to sea bass; it's also an economically important fish, but it doesn't fetch a high price, although people still eat it.
This one weighs about a pound. Ye Cheng slowly lifted it up and put it in the water tank.
There are now two fish, a sea bass and a yellowtail.
Ye Cheng checked his watch: 12:30, there were still 2 and a half hours left.
Just as Ye Cheng had predicted, all six hooks were gone. This fish bit the bottom three hooks, and now the bait on top was almost gone as well.
After re-baiting with six baits, Ye Cheng cast his line again, but this time the feel wasn't as good, and the line landed a little too close to the water.
Because the fishing line was a bit long, Ye Cheng had to lift the rod again and cast it three times before finally getting it into position.
It's noon, and even the fishermen are starting to feel a bit listless.
More than half an hour later, Ye Cheng was still watching the float intently, because the float had moved again.
Pulling up the hook and line, another fish took the bait.
The feel this time was still lacking in power; it was like playing with a small fish.
This time, Ye Cheng didn't pull much; he just took the fish directly, flipped it over, and it was a mullet.
"Xiao Ye, you're starting to get a bite! You've caught three already." Old Chen, standing to the side, was a little envious; he hadn't caught a fish in an hour.
Ye Cheng smiled and said, "It's possible to go up there, but the fish is a bit lacking."
Mullet, also known as blackfish, is an economical fish, and it can probably be sold for just a few dollars per kilogram.
I spent four hours today and only caught three fish. From an economic point of view, it's definitely a loss.
With the three fish in his bag, Ye Cheng looked around.
As time was running out, the atmosphere became tense again.
Old Lin currently has 6, Old Chen has 5, and I have 3.
With two hours left, Ye Cheng didn't waste any time, quickly baiting the hook and casting the line.
Ye Cheng had waited until the float had almost finished nibbling before catching the fish the previous two times, but this time there probably wouldn't be enough time, so he needed to act sooner.
Ye Cheng took a deep breath and stared intently at the float.
"Xiao Ye, you might still be a bit short. I reckon you'll need 5-6 fish to advance," Old Lin said, lighting a cigarette and offering a reminder to Ye Cheng.
Hearing Lao Lin's words, Lao Chen shook his head, "Well, you have to be optimistic. There are still two hours left. It's a bit difficult to catch three or four fish. But young people will have another chance next time."
Old Lin: "Yeah, there will be another chance next time. If you all have time in the future, you can go fishing together."
Old Chen: "Yes, we're all pretty free. I think you're a nice person."
"So your skills still need improvement, right? Hahahaha."
The two older men exchanged a glance and laughed happily. Before they could finish laughing, Ye Cheng suddenly jerked the rod up, and the tip of the rod bent into a crescent shape.
The fish is on the plate!
Ye Cheng didn't listen to the two at all. At this hour, any further nonsense would be utter rubbish.
As soon as he picked it up, Ye Cheng knew in his mind that this fish probably weighed 3 jin (1.5 catties), and felt more substantial than the previous 3 fish.
He crouched down, lowered the fishing rod, let the fishing line out a bit, and then set the hook.
After five cycles, the fish's back emerged from the water. Its dark silhouette made it difficult to discern what kind of fish it was, though it resembled a sea bass.
It rolled over and swam back to the bottom of the water.
Ye Cheng didn't care about anything else. He held the fishing line firmly to prevent it from sinking any further, otherwise he wouldn't have enough time to catch it.
Fortunately, the fish had taken the bait quite deep, and despite being pulled on, it didn't come off the hook.
After Ye Cheng strolled along the beach for a few steps, he successfully pulled it ashore. It was indeed a sea bass with black spots on its body, weighing less than 3 jin (1.5 catties), only a little over 2 jin (1 catties).
This is Ye Cheng's fourth fish.
Old Lin and Old Chen were just trying to persuade Ye Cheng to relax when he suddenly caught four fish, almost surpassing them. The two stopped joking and focused on their floats.
It's not that I can't lose, it's just that losing to a guy I taught and mocked is a bit hard to accept.
Looking at the four fish, Ye Cheng felt much calmer; there was still a chance.
Luckily, I had a lot of bait today, otherwise, fishing with 4-5 baits at a time would have been too much for me.
Although the bass was hooked early, it still used up 3 baits.
After replenishing the bait, Ye Cheng cast his line again.
To ensure speed, he adopted a method of frequent movement and casting.
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