If the fishing line is not strong, big fish will fall, and the line will break easily and only small fish will fall.

The five of them greeted each other with smiles, and didn't talk to anyone who asked about the secrets of fishing!

"Wang Yuan, you have so many fish and you still haven't given one to each family. The Jinghe River is everyone's Jinghe River. You can't eat alone!"

Suddenly, an old man walked over with his hands behind his back and a figure-footed step.

He has fleshless cheeks, triangular eyes, a goat's beard, and wears a white gown and a kerchief hat. He is different from what the villagers wear, and is dressed like a scholar.

Wang Bizhong, the head of the Wang clan in Dawang Village, is a landowner with 280 acres of land.

"Yes, one for each family!"

Some people echoed, but only a few in number.

It’s true that Wang Yuan had plenty of fish, but with a debt of forty dollars, even selling the fish might not be enough.

Wang Yuan frowned and looked at Wang Bizhong.

This is the clan leader. He has been studying for forty years and has not even passed the entrance examination.

My predecessor was admitted to the Tongsheng Examination at the age of fifteen, which was like a slap in the face.

He has always spoken ill of his predecessor openly and secretly, and he has been setting him up for it in the past three years.
Chapter completed!