Aqing's expression changed, and she asked, "Brother, what should we do?"
Old Mai also looked at Wu An.
Wu An shook his head: "What can we do? Just let it be."
"We're not going to the island."
The island isn't big. Yesterday, we only went to the center of the island and circled the coast, basically searching it thoroughly. Even if there were any stragglers, there weren't many left.
Aqing asked, "So what are we going to do?"
Wu An said irritably, "Of course it's fishing."
Aqing scratched her head.
Yesterday, he was only able to catch small fish while fishing, so he went beachcombing instead. He ended up with a great catch, which is why he's been thinking about going to the island to beachcomb ever since.
Upon hearing that Wu An wanted to go fishing, it wasn't that he was unwilling, but he was worried that it would be like yesterday.
Old Mai said, "Since we're already here..."
"Give it a try."
Wu An didn't say anything and went to get his fishing gear.
Aqing quickly followed.
Old Mai asked, "Should we go somewhere else? We caught only small fish here yesterday."
Wu An thought for a moment, and believing in the fishing boat's luck-boosting power, said, "Stop messing around."
"We should get up from where we fall down."
Old Mai didn't say anything more.
Too.
If small fish are still swarming around the nest, then move it to another location.
It's not much trouble.
Soon, they cast their lines and baited their hooks.
Fishermen who had already landed on the island spotted them; they were teenagers. Then they called over two more people to take a look, and it seemed to be a family of three.
"Mom and Dad, they shouldn't go to the island."
"You're here to fish? That's good."
"Honey, I want to go fishing."
"What are you fishing for? You're a perennial airhead, using fishing as an excuse to slack off." The woman scolded twice, then looked at the boy and said gently, "Son, you stay here and keep an eye on them. If they come to the island, just call out."
The man was so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head.
"Hurry up and let's go! There are so many snails on the island, and there will definitely be even more when the tide goes out. Isn't that better than fishing?" The woman pushed the man away.
"What's so good about fishing?"
"They even sailed here to fish. I think they just have money to burn and nothing better to do than waste it."
"It would be a miracle if they could catch any fish."
"Stop looking."
The woman walked along, complaining as she went.
The man kept turning back to look at himself as he took a step.
...
Aqing also noticed the commotion of the family of three on the island and said, "Brother, they're pointing at us."
Wu An nodded.
They were quite far apart, and with the sound of waves and wind, it was impossible to hear what the other person was saying, but they were definitely talking about crickets.
Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly felt a pull along the fishing line and rod, and the rod tip immediately bent down. The unfortunate fish was at the bottom of the boat, trying to dive to the seabed.
He lifted it up quickly.
Reel in the line.
The fish struggled even more fiercely, the rod tip bobbing left and right. Wu An was still slowly reeling in the line, struggling a bit. Either the fish was strong or it was quite big.
Ah Qing and Lao Mai didn't have time to watch, and they also caught fish one after another.
The three people were spaced far apart to avoid the risk of the threads getting tangled.
Ah Qing exclaimed, "Brother, this fish is quite big!"
"I understand. Those big fish must have gone out on business yesterday, and they only came back today."
"This is powerful, it feels so good!"
Old Mai laughed along with him.
Wu An was also very happy. The feeling of playing with the fish was great, like a tug-of-war, with him and the fish pulling back and forth.
I was just happy, I couldn't think of anything else.
It was already past ten o'clock, the sun was high in the sky, radiating intense heat. Even with sun hats and other protective gear, one would still be sweating profusely under the sun, let alone wrestling with fish like this.
Sweat began to pour from my forehead, neck, and all over my body.
Then the water flowed down his body, and he could clearly feel his clothes getting wet. With the sea breeze blowing, it felt a little chilly.
But the cool feeling was only momentary, before it was evaporated by the heat wave.
But it doesn't matter.
At this point, who has time to care about these things?
After pulling for a few more minutes, the fish's pulling force weakened considerably, so Wu An stopped pulling and quickly reeled in the line, soon bringing the fish to the surface of the sea.
Old Mai walked over at some point and shouted, "Ah An, hold on, hold on! I think it looks like a three-knife fish."
What?
Is it true or false?
Wu An squinted, his eyes stinging from sweat and the glaring sunlight, so he couldn't see clearly. But when he heard Lao Mai shout, he immediately perked up.
Old Mai picked up the net and stood ready.
"We've got it."
Slow down.
He shouted excitedly as he gently placed the fish on the deck.
Wu An was somewhat speechless. "The net is in your hands. What's the point of me being a little slower?" But he only complained to himself before happily squatting down to take a look.
It is indeed a three-knife fish.
It's the same size as the ones I caught before, probably around two pounds.
Catching this fish will not only recoup the cost of today's trip to sea, but also generate a profit.
Fishing is so much fun!
He watched for a while before turning to Old Mai: "Old Mai, didn't you catch a fish too? Why are you here to help me?"
Old Mai waved his hand: "I only caught a sea bass, and it got away while washing its gills."
"Fortunately, that's why I was able to help you with the net."
"If they get away, I'll be so angry I'll slap my thighs until they turn blue."
Wu An laughed heartily.
That's right.
If such an expensive fish gets away, I won't be able to sleep well for the next few days.
Aqing also came over to take a look, and he pulled up a red friend.
Wu An originally planned to put the three-knife fish in the live fish tank, but Lao Mai suggested that he keep them in a bucket alone, since the waters here are not deep and the three-knife fish are in good condition.
If we raise them and take them back to town to sell, we can definitely get a good price.
Wu An thought so too. This time, the preparations were comprehensive, including an oxygen pump. He inserted a tube and threw it into the bucket, where the three-knife fish began to swim slowly.
Looking back, I saw that Old Mai and Ah Qing had already put down their rods.
He didn't delay either.
A three-knife fish ignited their passion.
Luck points are depleted quickly; I've already run out of 1 point.
If you can keep catching three-knife fish, your luck value will run out in no time. Of course, even without luck value, you can still fish.
Re-bait the hook and cast the line.
Not long after.
Medium-sized fish.
The pull was moderate, and it was pulled up quickly. It was a sea bass, not very big, probably only a little over a pound. There was no need to use a net; it flew directly onto the deck and was thrown into the live fish hold.
It would be good if I could catch a fish.
continue.
The next few catches were common fish like sea bass, red snapper, and black sea bream. The best one was a grouper, which was quite ugly and looked similar to a rockfish at first glance. Old Mai, an old fishing veteran, recognized it as a black grouper. This type of grouper doesn't grow very big and is slightly more expensive than black sea bream.
Ah Qing and Lao Mai were in a similar situation, catching fish one after another, with their rods constantly being pulled.
Wu An realized that the fishing boat with the added luck value was essentially a large-scale baiting device, which could attract fish.
Therefore, buying a fishing boat was the right decision.
But what kind of fish you attract really depends on luck.
Seeing that the price of the fish he caught was getting lower and lower, he thought that if he could catch a sea bass or something similar after casting his line again, he would go to another spot.
Not long after.
A fish has taken the bait.
As the rod tip bent down, he decisively lifted it, and a huge pulling force came, pulling away all the resistance. The fishing line kept escaping, and he quickly steadied it.
"The pulling force is so strong, it feels about the same as when I was fishing for three knife fish."
Wu An secretly looked forward to it.
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