"Come on, Uncle Liao, should I bring this urn closer to you, to share some of the joy?"
"Cough cough..." Uncle Liao coughed intensely by Ye Chen's words.
He waved his hands, "Forget it, forget it, I'm not done living yet!"
"I'll pass on the good luck..."
Ye Chen smacked his lips and said loudly in a regretful tone, "Ah, never mind then, Old Liao. Look at those other old men over there."
"They've been eyeing my fishing bait box since this afternoon..."
The next second, a chorus of curses came from around.
"Commander Ye, thanks a lot!"
"What do you mean 'eyeing'? We see it as bad luck, just didn't have the heart to tell you!"
"Exactly, exactly, you've been fishing 'air force-style', that's why we didn't have the heart to ask you to put it away."
They say that senses weaken with age, but it seems not for these fishing enthusiasts.
Initially smiling, Ye Chen's mood immediately turned sour when he heard others saying he hadn't caught any fish.
"Who's the 'Air Force Commander'? I'm certainly not!"
Hearing stubborn Ye Chen, those old men didn't oppose him.
"Ah yes, yes... Mr. Ye has never been any 'Air Force Commander'!"
"Didn't Mr. Ye fish out a boot from the river yesterday?"
"Don't say that, Mr. Ye has caught living things too, last week I personally saw Mr. Ye fishing out a... toad from the river!"
The old men by the riverside teased Ye Chen with their myriad opinions.
Though Ye Chen doesn't catch fish, he always manages to fish up some bizarre things.
Ye Chen pursed his lips, then spoke to those old men, "Just you watch, I'll definitely catch something big tonight!"
After that, Ye Chen reeled in his fishing rod.
The fishing bait was gone again...
Baiting his hook, Ye Chen cast the rod again.
As for the urn at his feet, it was a joke, Ye Chen didn't even take a glance.
He was relying on this little box to change his luck today!
In Ye Chen's eyes, fishing was indeed inseparable from Mysticism.
Like him, although proficient in the theory and practice of fishing, he just couldn't catch any fish!
Actually, Ye Chen was a transmigrator.
He had inexplicably transmigrated to this parallel world two months ago.
In his previous life, Ye Chen was known as an avid fishing enthusiast.
After arriving in this world, finding himself an orphan but with a substantial amount of savings,
Ye Chen, with nothing holding him back, wouldn't give up on his hobby.
He used his savings to buy several sets of professional fishing gear, ready to become a happy fisherman.
But what baffled Ye Chen was that despite his attempts at fishing in the days that followed, he caught not a single fish.
However, bizarre things were hooked quite frequently.
Uncle Liao sitting beside had already set up his spot and was sitting on a stool with his fishing rod set up.
He turned his head to glance at the urn at Ye Chen's feet, then approached and said in a low voice.
"Mr. Ye, maybe you should stop joking around..."
"I heard someone jumped into the river from the bridge a few days ago..."
"With this urn by your side late at night, it just feels very unsettling."
Ye Chen scratched his head and suddenly slapped his thigh, "Now that you mention it, Uncle Liao, could this urn be from that incident?"
Uncle Liao's eyes twitched fiercely, "How could it possibly be?"
"The search team didn't even recover the body, it's been days, and the family is offering a 200,000 reward!"
With a cold nighttime breeze passing by, Uncle Liao shivered and spoke,
"I've lived a lifetime and have fished a lot."
"Fishing at night has its odd nature, who can assure you won't encounter something 'unclean'?"
"Come on, why do you have to make things so eerie in the middle of the night?"
"Having an urn at your feet is bad luck, put it away quickly!"
Ye Chen gave Old Liao a disdainful glance.
Actually, it didn't matter to Ye Chen whether he put it away or not.
But this old geezer, always joking about being a commander of the air force?
Absolutely intolerable!
"Not putting it away!"
Ye Chen pouted, determined to keep the urn he believed to be "lucky" at his feet until dawn.
Old Liao sighed and was about to continue persuading when he heard someone shouting on the side.
"Holy shit, Old Liao, your float has gone under!"
"Damn, that's awesome!"
The moment before he was still trying to convince Ye Chen, Old Liao, hearing that his float had gone under,
immediately got excited, turned around, and ran towards his fishing spot without looking back.
At this moment, Ye Chen glanced at his own calm float, then at Old Liao's fishing rod next to him, couldn't help feeling frustrated.
A submerged float indicates that a fish had sucked the bait and was eating while swimming.
Usually, fish that show this behavior are larger or more fierce species.
Like carp, catfish, black carp, grass carp, etc...
Simply put, the float is completely pulled under by the fish.
For fishermen, there is nothing more exhilarating than a submerged float.
Don't look at Old Liao being over seventy this year.
But when it comes to dealing with fish, he doesn't act like an old man at all.
Only the sound of brisk line-pulling was heard, the fishing rod in Old Liao's hands seemed to turn into a powerful weapon.
"Come on, break, break!"
Ye Chen was so annoyed on the side his face turned green...
Break, also known as rod breaking, means the fishing rod snaps during fishing.
At that moment, Ye Chen just wished that the old geezer's rod would break.
But unfortunately, Ye Chen's wish did not come true.
Old Liao wrestled with the behemoth in the water for three minutes.
A dark grass carp was pulled out of the river by Old Liao.
"Weigh it, weigh it!"
"Holy, badass, it's actually four pounds and seven ounces!"
Originally, he just wanted to casually catch a few crucian carp to make soup at home, but he ended up catching a huge grass carp!
When the old lady comes back tomorrow, let her make some spicy Sichuan boiled fish!
At this moment, Old Liao, looking at the grass carp in the keepnet, was as happy as a child.
Then, he turned his head and looked at Ye Chen's frustrated face.
Excited, he patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, laughing, "Xiao Chen, don't say it, this thing you put, it really has some use!"
"To show my appreciation, I'll catch a few more small crucian carp for you later, so today you won't have to act as commander of the air force."
Ye Chen almost exploded with anger.
Just before, it was Teacher Ye here and there, but now that he caught a big fish, he suddenly calls me Xiao Chen...
Putting his fishing rod on the holder, Ye Chen walked towards Old Liao.
At this moment, the audience in the live stream room thought that Ye Chen was going to argue with Old Liao.
"Hehehe, Old Liao, what bait are you using?"
"Share some with me, let me try?"