The electric winch made a buzzing sound.
Old Fu couldn't help but look over and ask, "Ah An, is it okay?"
Wu An had no time to respond.
Old Fu came over and gave him pointers on how to handle the fish.
Wu An had previously relied solely on brute force, but after hearing his explanation, he managed to establish a horse stance and brace the fishing rod tip.
Old Fu nodded and said, "Yes, sink down and stretch back."
He helped adjust the unloading force.
The electric reel applies force, slowly winding up the line.
Wu An could feel the enormous impact continuously transmitted through the fishing rod to his hands and body. Fortunately, he had an electric winch; otherwise, it would have taken a lot of effort to pull up such a large catch.
As the fishing line was reeled in, and they drew closer, Old Fu adjusted the lights. Under the light, a blue-green fish shadow appeared and disappeared among the waves.
It was still quite far away, but you could tell it was a large, impressive fish.
The fish did not give up and continued to struggle.
Old Fu said, "Ah An, be careful, this fish is washing its gills."
Wu An was taken aback: "Then what should we do?"
"..." Old Fu glanced at the electric winch and said nothing. Asking Wu An to micromanage at this time was really asking too much of him.
He said, "That's it."
Let fate decide.
Under the lights, the golden fish tumbled and thrashed on the surface of the sea, leaping out of the water repeatedly, sometimes jumping as high as one or two meters above the surface, displaying remarkable vitality.
Wu An asked, "Old Fu, what is this?"
Old Fu looked at it and said, "Ghost Head Knife."
"This one is really big."
Then, he muttered to himself, "Huh, it's strange that it doesn't come loose or break the line even like this."
Wu An exclaimed, "So this is the mahi-mahi! It's really beautiful!"
Mahi-mahi, scientifically known as *Siniberis thunbergii*, is widely distributed in this region and is easy to catch, making it a fish species that anglers both love and hate.
He had read the description, but this was his first time catching one.
As expected.
The feel of the fish is indeed fantastic.
It's a pity that Old Mike isn't here.
Wu An thought to himself, "If Old Mai were here, he'd be so happy to eat two extra bowls of rice if he got hit by that 'ghost head knife'."
On the other side.
Old Mai, who was night fishing, sneezed. A fellow angler next to him called out, "Old Mai, it's quite windy tonight. You haven't been moving around much all day, be careful not to catch a cold."
Old Mai was too lazy to pay attention to him. Was it really interesting for the eldest brother to make fun of the second brother?
Old Fu helped move the ghost-head knife onto the deck, picked up a stick and banged it a few times, and the ghost-head knife quickly quieted down.
Wu An asked, "This fish is so beautiful, it must be quite valuable, right?"
Old Fu shook his head: "Quite the opposite."
"It's pretty, but not very valuable. This one you caught must weigh over 40 pounds, so it should sell for 800 or 900."
"That's not bad."
Wu An calculated that it was only about twenty yuan per jin.
What a waste of such good looks.
Old Fu explained, "This fish doesn't taste good. Here, it's usually dried into dried fish and eaten as salted fish."
As he spoke, he picked up the ghost-head knife: "Ah An, take a picture of me."
Aqing and Meiwu were itching to get their hands on it, and when they came over and saw how big the mahi-mahi was, they were also very envious.
Old Fu asked, "Are you done releasing them?"
Mei Wu shook his head: "There's still a thousand meters left to release."
Old Fu looked at Wu An.
Wu An said, "Want to fish a couple of times?"
Mei Wu and A Qing nodded vigorously.
Wu An said, "Then hurry up and get the pole."
Old Fu laughed and said, "The ghost-head knives always come in groups. Maybe we can pull up some ghost-head knives if we lower the pole now."
As they were talking.
He also took a pole.
Who could resist the temptation of a group of gleaming golden sabers swimming on the surface of the water?
Old Fu adjusted the lights with great experience, and then A Qing shouted, "I see it, I see it, holy crap, so many!"
Mahi-mahi fish are like a pack of wolves patrolling the sea.
What are we waiting for?
Casting rod.
Place the bait.
The group stood separately.
With the help of luck, everyone quickly caught fish one after another.
As soon as the fish was caught, Old Fu shouted, "This feel, it's definitely the Ghost Head Knife!"
Aqing was also overjoyed and shouted excitedly.
Mei Wu goes without saying.
It must be said that the equipment that Lao Fu Tou purchased at great expense is indeed very good, and the value of "you get what you pay for" is still increasing.
After about ten minutes, four more mahi-mahi fish appeared on the boat.
"We have to take a picture of this."
After setting up their phones, the four of them, each holding a dagger they had caught, took a group photo.
continue.
He quickly cast another shot.
Ah Qing pulled up a black sea bream.
Mei Wu and Lao Fu pulled up two large sea bass.
Only Wu An pulled up a ten-pound ghost-head knife.
Old Fu said, "It looks like the school of fish has moved on."
"Okay, I've had my fun."
"You guys stop fishing and hurry up and finish casting all the longline fishing."
Aqing and Meiwu nodded, still wanting more.
Wu An also packed up his line: "I'm not fishing anymore. Let's go. The longline fish in the back haven't been baited yet, right? Let's bait them together and get it done sooner."
He filled half a bottle with water and casually wiped his sweat with a towel.
It's not that he didn't want to fish.
I'm really tired.
These scorpion-headed katana were strong and incredibly resilient. The bait they used was large, and the katana they caught were also large. He pulled up three of them in a row, leaving him exhausted.
When we get back, we need to ask Uncle Li to set up the pole rack on the boat.
Regardless of whether we'll need it in the future, we need to have this thing.
right.
We'll also equip the trawlers with equipment, making deep-sea fishing for giant fish much easier in the future.
...
It's 1:30 a.m.
The entire 3,000-meter longline fishing line was cast into the sea. Wu An cooked a pot of fish soup and reheated the food that Aunt Juan had prepared. After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Wu An said he would take a nap, but A Qing and Mei Wu were not happy about it.
Everyone slept during the day, so no one can sleep at night.
Wu An asked, "Still want to go fishing?"
The two nodded: "Brother, let's fight until dawn."
Old Fu, smoking a cigarette, also looked up.
Wu An smiled and said, "Let's do it."
I didn't use up all my luck points from yesterday; I used them all on my fishing gear. Luck points refreshed at midnight, so I still have over 300 luck points to use today.
Pick up your fishing gear.
Cast the line and bait.
It was released only a few dozen meters before it was caught.
Ah Qing excitedly shouted, "Brother, we've caught a fish!"
Wu An remained silent.
Soon they pulled up a golden pomfret, which was quite large. They tossed it onto the scale, and it showed 4.1 jin (approximately 2.5 catties). Old Fu also brought over a golden pomfret: "It looks like a school of golden pomfret has come."
"Not as big as yours, three and a half pounds, that's not bad either."
"A golden pomfret this big could conservatively fetch twenty or thirty yuan per pound."
Aqing and Meiwu were showing off the golden pomfret they had caught. This kind of fish is easy to catch and can be pulled up in just a few minutes. From the time you hook the fish to the time you throw it into the ice storage, it won't take more than ten minutes.
The four golden pomfrets combined can sell for four or five hundred.
If you fish like this for an hour, you could make several thousand yuan.
It's mainly for fun.
Besides, you can make money, so what more is there to say?
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