Chapter 1286 - 567: Sometimes Fishing Brings Unexpected Finds (Happy New Year)

Chapter 1286: Chapter 567: Sometimes Fishing Brings Unexpected Finds (Happy New Year)

Very strange, right?

"...It’s all about experience."

"I see, thank you, Uncle, I’ve learned something."

When Old Yu finally paused his speech, Lin Li, who hadn’t been paying much attention, still gave a thumbs up, providing some emotional support.

The fishing spot this time is still in the countryside, but it’s even farther than last time, completely outside Xiling’s territory.

But it seems to be quite a resourceful place, because near the destination, there were many people fishing along the riverside.

"What a coincidence, he’s here too," Old Yu suddenly chuckled and honked the horn, "Beep—Beep—"

Lin Li looked up and saw a car coming from another intersection, and the stout driver obviously noticed Old Yu too, smiling as he flashed his lights.

"What do you say, is the old spot still free? Should we go to the old spot?" Old Yu made a WeChat call and asked directly.

"Sure! Just drive over there, I’ll follow you!"

"OK!" After the discussion, Old Yu continued driving forward. Two minutes later, he parked, turned off the engine, opened the trunk, and nodded toward Lin Li: "Lin Li, get out."

Following Old Yu, Lin Li got out of the car, walked to the trunk, squinted his eyes skeptically at Old Yu: "Uncle, the fishing rod you brought for me..."

In the trunk, among a pile of supplies, was a familiar branch with fishing line and hook displayed on top.

Undoubtedly, with Lin Li’s memory, he could instantly recognize this was the one he used on Chinese New Year’s Eve.

He didn’t expect Old Yu would bring that branch back that day?

"Yes and no," Old Yu laughed, then slapped a bag and explained:

"I brought this branch to see if you could still catch fish with it like you did on New Year’s Eve, and to impress my friend. Catching big fish with this rod is impossible, of course, I brought a serious set of rods too."

"Alright."

"Come on, let’s move everything to the riverside first."

"Okay." Lin Li nodded, carrying the trunk full of equipment to the riverside.

"Does it feel heavy? What you have is at least dozens of pounds, you can carry it separately," Old Yu asked while transporting it together.

"No, Uncle."

Lin Li suspected that if he used all his strength, he might be able to lift the car itself, how could he feel these things were heavy?

"Yes, I don’t think it’s heavy either," Old Yu nodded in agreement, feeling thoughtful: "These things are dead weight, Lin Li. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried a ten-kilogram turtle—it may only be 20 pounds, but it’s really difficult to hold.

Wet and slippery with mucus, always moving restlessly, its flapping strength is immense, and carelessly grabbing it can even lead to a broken rib and ruptured spleen. On July 23, three years ago, at 4:27 in the afternoon, it took me ten whole minutes by the riverbank to fully manage it.

Let’s just say, the sensation of weight is different from actual weight..."

Looking at Old Yu talking to himself, Lin Li: "?"

No.

Who asked you?

You’re rambling, I ask you, who exactly asked you!

Lin Li even had a feeling that if he had just responded that it was heavy, Old Yu might say ’’actually, it’s not heavy, Lin Li, I don’t know if you’ve tried a ten-kilogram...’’

But he was too lazy to disrupt Old Yu’s enthusiasm, just chuckled, carried the supplies to the riverside, and left the setup to the relatively more professional Old Yu, assisting at the side.

Soon, Old Yu’s friend also came over with his equipment.

"Pan Song, keep your distance from us!" Seeing him place his little stool two meters away, Old Yu laughed and joked.

Then he turned to explain to Lin Li:

"You have to be cautious when fishing with this guy, he’s the type to get overly excited as soon as he gets a fish.

But as the saying goes, often walking by the river, one can’t avoid getting wet shoes? That guy being chubby doesn’t have to worry, because isn’t there an idiom that says ’plump but doesn’t drown’, so he’s completely fine.

But we’re different, we’re all skinny, must avoid getting trapped by him.

Lin Li, Uncle tells you, before he went fishing with his father-in-law, saw the float sink and pulled up a big fish, then got excited, shouting and pulling, eventually bumping his over-sixty-year-old father-in-law into the river.

That time when his father-in-law climbed ashore, he didn’t say anything, just commented how cold the water was, but later when he again went to his father-in-law suggesting they should go fishing together, his father-in-law, feeling nervous, told him Pan Song ah don’t hurry, I have only one daughter, all the property is yours, take your time..."

Lin Li: "O.o?"

"Old Yu, you’re slandering me again." Not far away, Pan Song heard clearly and couldn’t help but laugh and scold, then turned his gaze to Lin Li, smiling: "Kid, you’re Lin Li, right? Old Yu says your fishing luck is particularly great, so bless Uncle today, okay?"

"I’ll do my best." Lin Li laughed and nodded.

After adjusting the floats’ positions and completing the setup, the fishing officially began.

Lin Li looked at the steadily progressing system panel and nodded in satisfaction.

...

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

The progress advanced as time went on.

Today, Lin Li’s fascination with fish hadn’t diminished; he kept reeling them in, even showcasing an instance of catching one with a tree branch.

However, neither Old Yu nor Pan Song showed any of the initial envy they had during New Year’s Eve.

From the start, Lin Li had been attaching the "Invisible Sword" to the fishing hooks of the two, shaking them diligently underwater, greatly increasing their catch rate.

Although no big fish had been caught so far, the two were grinning from ear to ear, reveling in continuous rewards which brought immense joy.

Not to mention, there weren’t only three people fishing at the moment.

The fishermen across and next to them watched the three frequently reeling in catches with envy, and some even gathered around, inquiring about bait mixtures.

This greatly satisfied Old Yu and Pan Song’s vanity.

People thrive on comparisons!

Lin Li hid both his efforts and name.

At that moment, it was nearing five o’clock, and the task progress had reached 95%, going smoothly.

"Got another fish!" Pan Song suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

"Hey, not bad, our luck is really good today." Upon hearing this, Old Yu glanced over with a faint smile, exuding the demeanor of an expert.

When you’ve caught enough fish yourself, you can only congratulate others when they do.

"It’s quite strong! This time, it’s definitely a big one! Old Yu! Hurry! Give me a hand! I’m in a bit of trouble here!"

But this time seemed different from usual; Pan Song’s fishing rod bent into an exaggerated big bow shape, the line being tugged tightly with a humming sound, yet the rod was still being pulled down bit by bit.

"Hmm? Big one? Here it comes, hold steady, don’t rush!"

Upon seeing this, Old Yu immediately put down his fishing rod, rushed to Pan Song’s side in a few swift steps, and without hesitation, placed his hands above Pan Song’s hands holding the rod, exerting effort together.

"Give it some force! One, two, three! Up!"

With synchronized effort, the two pulled together.

"Ahhhh, Old Yu, I can feel it coming! Quick! Push harder! Keep pushing! Ahhhh——"

"I can feel it too! It’s about to come out!"

Lin Li thought it sounded weird.

"Ahhhhhhh——" Pan Song shouted as the two powerfully lifted their rods.

A black shape, completely covered in thick mud, emerged from the water in an arc, landing with a thud on the grass by the bank.

Due to using too much force, Old Yu and Pan Song almost stumbled backward.

"Damn, seems like... it’s not a fish. What the heck is this?"

Pan Song, ignoring his position, first turned to look at the approximately thirty-centimeter-long cylindrical object covered in black mud, his excitement instantly replaced by confusion.

Lin Li curiously approached as well.

"Caught some trash from the bottom, perhaps?" It’s not entirely uncommon, given that fishermen seem to catch everything in the water, sometimes even pulling up pieces of civilization. So Old Yu retained his composure, squatted down, and poked the lump of mud with a stick:

"It’s still a bit soft, try rinsing it with water."

Pan Song stood up and carefully poured a ladle of water from a nearby bucket over the mud-drenched object.

The turbid muddy water washed away the surface sediment, gradually revealing a pink, elastic silicone texture beneath.

Old Yu scraped off some stubborn mud with the stick, the more detailed outline appeared—a cylindrical shape, one end rather round and full, with an opening on the other end.

Lin Li and Old Yu said nothing, quickly returning to their spots, focusing solely on fishing.

I don’t know this person, nor do I know what we’ve reeled in.

Pan Song: "..."

He quietly kicked the ’fish catch’ toward the bushes.

Grass.

Who knows whose ex-girlfriend they’ve reeled in.