On the way, I happened to run into Duan Yong and Yuan Jiansheng, who were also strolling around. They exchanged a glance, disliked each other, snorted, and walked past.
Duan Yong's family still hasn't raised enough money to buy a boat. According to Ye Cheng's estimate, if they continue to drag this out, their household expenses will remain the same while their income will plummet, and soon they won't even be able to afford to borrow money to buy a boat.
I lent them 3,000 yuan back then, and they just chipped in and bought it. They might have already gone overseas by now.
They believe everything they hear, and have absolutely no backbone.
Ye Cheng was too lazy to bother with this kind of person, but he saw the village chief Chen Jinhai again at the village entrance.
The old man was smoking a pipe, dressed very simply, but his family was actually very wealthy.
Seeing Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu with their fishing rods, Chen Jinhai narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and tapped his pipe. "Second brother, Xiao Hu, you have so much free time, going fishing?"
"Yeah, turtles are too cunning to catch, so we can only go fishing," Ye Cheng replied loudly.
Chen Jinhai was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that this meant he was being called a turtle, and his face darkened instantly.
The other villagers covered their mouths and chuckled. That's how it is in the village; it's either you mock me or I mock you. As long as it's entertaining, that's all that matters.
Chen Jinhai glanced at Ye Cheng, wanting to retort, but then thought better of it, realizing he could never win an argument with him.
Watching the two men walk towards the sea, Chen Jinhai muttered indignantly, "Going fishing at night, do they think they're so great?"
"Oh dear, Uncle Village Chief, these young people sometimes have nothing to do at night, and fishing is just for fun. Do you really think they're going there to make money?"
"Now that everyone in the village is going to beachcombing and fish trapping, they can't make much money anymore, so they can only go fishing in frustration."
"Who told them not to tell everyone the secret? They wanted to keep it all to themselves! Bah!"
As Chen Jinhai listened to the villagers' discussion, he couldn't suppress his wide smile. "You two were so smug and disrespectful to me. Now you know what 'three men can make a tiger' means, and what 'public opinion can melt metal' means."
Hmph, young man, being too brave isn't a good thing.
Ye Chengcai was too lazy to pay attention to them, but nighttime sea fishing was really not that easy.
It was pitch black, and we weren't going beachcombing. If you're going beachcombing, you can just stand on the beach and watch.
This is for fishing, we need to find a good spot.
The two walked along the beach for quite a while, found a large reef on the shore, and decided to start fishing there.
The night is beautiful tonight, and there are still people gathering seafood on the beach. One of them is Chen Jinshui, Chen Jinhai's cousin. Although he is called a cousin, they are actually several generations apart in kinship.
Although Chen Jinshui is a relative of Chen Jinhai, he is a decent person and is much younger than Chen Jinhai.
It is said that he attended junior high school when he was young, which was considered educated at that time. However, he did not continue his studies and spent most of his life in the village.
Perhaps because he was educated, Chen Jinshui always paid attention to his image and generally did not argue with people.
"Ye Cheng, Xiao Hu, are you here to go beachcombing?" Chen Jinshui asked, looking up as he carried a bucket for beachcombing.
"Uncle Jinshui, we didn't come here to go beachcombing. How was your haul today?"
Ye Cheng had a good impression of Chen Jinshui; he could talk to almost anyone.
"What could you possibly find? You've become so popular lately, this beach has been picked clean several times already. There's probably nothing left, just a few snails."
Chen Jinshui turned the bucket to show the two men, and also noticed the fishing rods they were holding.
"Hey, is that a fishing rod? Giving up beachcombing and getting back to fishing?"
"Well, Uncle Jinshui, as you said, this sea has been scourled so many times, there's nothing left. What else can we do if we don't fish?" Ye Cheng said with a self-deprecating laugh.
"Fishing is great! Ancient literati loved fishing; it was a sign of refinement and culture. Do you know why Jiang Ziya fished...?"
Once Chen Jinshui started talking, he couldn't stop, as if he were going to talk about everything from the Shang Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty.
Xiao Hu was overwhelmed by what he was hearing, so he quickly pulled Ye Cheng forward, saying, "Uncle Jinshui, please tell me slowly. We'll go now."
Seeing that the two were about to leave, Chen Jinshui quickly followed, saying, "You two are fishing, right? Let me help you take a look; this requires experience."
To put it bluntly, this guy's fishing addiction got the better of him, and he wanted to mooch some fish.
Ye Cheng didn't bother with him. Apart from being a bit long-winded, Uncle Jinshui was a good person.
The large rock was quite big, and the three of them didn't feel cramped at all sitting there, but Ye Cheng didn't plan to join them.
Because I'm still a beginner, it's easy for me to lose control of the fishing line.
He moved aside, leaving Xiao Hu to be tormented by Uncle Jinshui.
"Tiger, there are many things to know about fishing. The hook, fishing line, and bait all need to be appropriate. You need to use the right bait for the type of fish you plan to catch today."
Also, you need to bait the area before fishing. Did you bait the area?
If you don't bait the area, how will the fish know you're coming to fish for them? They won't understand; they won't grasp your intentions.
Ye Cheng shuddered. "Damn it, Uncle Jinshui, are you acting out a scene from A Chinese Odyssey? No wonder Wukong couldn't stand it back then."
If I were a fish, and I jumped into this room and heard those voices, I would run away immediately.
With a pained expression, Xiao Hu turned to Uncle Jinshui and said through gritted teeth, "Uncle, if you're going to watch, shut up. Otherwise, you should go pick your snails."
"Oh, you think I'm annoying, huh? Sigh, young people just don't want to listen to what the old folks have to say, even though there's a lot of wisdom in it."
Since you're unwilling, I'll talk to Acheng, and he'll definitely agree.
Speaking of Ye Cheng, Xiao Hu chuckled, "Uncle, I don't think so. You'll see for yourself when you look back."
Chen Jinshui did as he was told and looked back. "Damn it, he was just right next to me, how did he suddenly run so far away?"
"Uncle Jinshui, Xiaohu isn't very bright, so you'll have to teach him a few more times. If he doesn't listen, feel free to beat him up, don't hold back."
Upon receiving Ye Cheng's message, Xiao Hu's face turned green. Was he really that happy to betray his own people?
When sea fishing, you can be a little more particular during the day, but at night, with just one headlamp between the two of you, you just cast the line out and that's it.
Seeing how hard Xiao Hu was struggling to cast the fishing rod, Uncle Jinshui wanted to teach him, but Xiao Hu glared at him and he withdrew.
Xiao Hu cast the fishing line out as if he had completed a task, then secured it and didn't bother with it anymore.
He had no idea what kind of fish he could catch, so the two of them strolled over to Ye Cheng's place to watch.
"Uncle Jinshui, you're the one who's criticizing me. Look at my brother's casting. That's not casting, it's just throwing it into the water. If he were throwing a shot put, he'd probably hit his own foot."
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