Sun Jianguo squatted by the reservoir and smoked a few cigarettes, still unable to understand how Jiang Nian was catching fish.
Strange.
Why did this fishing rod not work when it was in his hands?
One fish, two fish, three fish, Sun Jianguo watched as Jiang Nian caught one fish every few minutes, a big one every ten or so minutes, and was already twisted with jealousy.
Damn, what kind of golden fishing rod is this?
Take it to fish for dead fish, and even Lin Zhengying would have to call you brother for such precise catches.
He ran back and forth.
Finally choosing to stand next to the god of fishing to observe and learn, he comprehended the philosophy that simplicity is the key.
As for the three fish he bought for the fish net, Sun Jianguo had completely forgotten about them. He just routinely coped with his son, feeling buying from the market was inferior to buying wild ones.
His fish hadn't even been packed, but his son was already packing.
