I thought this was the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be the ending. "Diary of a Fisherman"
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The meal lasted for more than an hour. The fish seller's wife had already finished eating in advance and went back to the kitchen to clean up, leaving only the three elders still eating.
At noon, the fish seller had to collect the cages, so he left the matter of drinking with the guests to his father, Su Daqiang.
Ye Feifan came here with a mission to gather information, so he couldn't waste his time. He expressed tactfully that he was still interested in collecting the floor cage and hoped that he could follow him to help.
With the wonderful excuse and the fact that the big ship could carry two people, Su Daqiang naturally gave up the idea of following him.
Lunch ended happily, and Ye Feifan left with the fish seller.
After walking out of the fish seller Qiang's house for a few hundred meters, Ye Feifan saw his family's big boat.
The appearance of the big ship is brownish red, but it is driven by a generator, using propellers instead of human rowing... I haven't seen each other for many years, but I didn't expect that the fishermen in Tianzi City have also caught up with the high-tech trend...
After jumping into the boat, Mao Yuqiang started the engine, held the steering column and drove towards the center of the drowning river.
"Brother Qiang, where are we going?"
Hearing Ye Feifan's question, the fish seller smiled and said: "Of course we are going to the center of the river. I have placed a ground cage there, and I am going to collect the cage now."
"What's there?"
"Lobster, grouper, blue spot, shrimp, loach, eel, loach, blue crab, small flower strips, soft-shelled turtle, river shrimp..."
After naming more than a dozen animals in a row, Ye Feifan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there were so many species in the Drowning River.
"How many floor cages can be collected at one time?"
"When it's good, it's probably over a hundred kilograms. When it's bad, it's about one or two kilograms at the bottom."
Ye Feifan was a little surprised when he heard the fish salesman's answer. The fluctuation value in this range was a bit astonishing.
"Ah, that's it...I heard that the Drowning River eventually flows to Ghost Lake. There should be fatter fish there. Why don't you go there to fish?" After some attempts, Ye Feifan asked. It's not an unexpected question at all, it just came to me accidentally.
Maiyuqiang is a resident of Yuyutan, and he must know more about the Drowning River than the residents in the center of Tianzi City, and may even be involved in the source.
After looking around for a while, the fish seller said in a low voice: "Brother, please don't say this everywhere, otherwise you will suffer. That place is a taboo on the fishing beach..."
"Did something happen?" Ye Feifan's curiosity was also aroused.
In the side mission ten years ago, Ye Feifan was lying in an iron coffin and was sent to a forest near Longji Dam... Ghost Lake was right next to him, and at that time the system was still warning of extreme danger.
Compared to Ghost Lake, the only second choice he could make was the Drowning River.
Drowning in the river is not simple. The driver in red knew something but didn't tell him... If he wanted to know the truth, he could only get fragmentary clues from witnesses.
Only by splicing the clues into complete information will the truth emerge!
"This thing sounds quite fantastic... I'll tell you about it at dinner when the time comes."
The boat arrived at the center of the Drowning River, and the fish seller did not continue talking. Ye Feifan saw him stop the engine, and instead took out a bamboo pole with a hook to catch something in the water.
Seeing that the other party seemed out of reach, Ye Feifan quickly stepped forward and asked, "Do you want my help?"
"Okay, look...it's that black buoy, just hook it up..."
There is a black buoy floating on the water. A two-finger-wide rope is tied to the buoy, and one end of the rope extends to the bottom of the river.
Ye Feifan took the bamboo pole and rowed in the water a few times, using the current to bring the buoy over, then hooked the rope and pulled it into the boat.
"This is it."
Ma Yuqiang started to take up the line, wrapping it around his arm in circles, and it didn't end even after five minutes of pulling.
Ye Feifan has been counting the circles silently, and has probably wound more than three hundred times... Calculated based on the calculation of "" on both sides of a circle, 30 centimeters on one side,
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