Fishing seems simple, but in reality, it's a sport that requires considerable technique.
And patience is indispensable as well.
The fishing line was finally untangled, but after two hours of effort and under the watchful eyes of the two younger ones, Fang Weiguo didn't catch a single fish—not even a dried-up one.
This left him feeling a bit embarrassed.
"There probably aren't any fish in this river anymore."
He shook his head, solemnly finding an excuse for himself.
But the two younger ones weren't the naive kids they used to be.
"Uncle Fang, then what are those people catching?"
Jiang Chen looked across the moat.
Over there, other fishing enthusiasts seemed to have better luck. Even though they arrived later, they kept reeling them in, and right as he spoke, another catch came up.
Seeing the fruitful results across the river made Fang Weiguo even more embarrassed.
