The curvature of the front of the bamboo pole in Fang Chen's hand has reached its lowest limit, as if it will break as long as it is pulled down.

The eyes around him looked at the bamboo pole in Fang Chen's hand in disbelief. It was trembling with strength and full of energy.

Uncle Wang suddenly stood up and watched as the fish float disappeared from the water and emerged from the water. In an instant, it submerged without appearing.

"Chenzi, I can't tell what kind of fish it is. The bamboo pole is really hard to see with your eyes." Uncle Wang watched Fang Chen grasp the bamboo pole steadily with both hands and couldn't help but smacked his lips. The bamboo pole is really strong.

"Uncle Wang, can't you tell what kind of fish it is?" Fang Chen grabbed the bamboo pole and stepped back. He knew how much strength he had used. It seemed that the thing in the water was very strong, but he couldn't pull it.

The fishermen next to him all stood up and looked here with curious eyes, wanting to find out how big the fish Fang Chen could catch with the bamboo pole in his hand.

"Tch, it's only one or two kilograms of silver carp at most." The domineering driver said disdainfully. The unconvinced look in his eyes was enough to show that this man was very jealous.

Yang Xi saw Fang Chen struggling and wanted to come over to help. Fang Chen shook his head and said, "I'll do it myself. If there are too many people, I'll lose my sense of proportion."

Uncle Wang did not interfere at the side, and personally taught Fang Chen his fishing experience, asking him to follow the steps, first slip away, and when the fish loses its strength, it will not take much effort to pull it up. Fang Chen followed what Uncle Wang said

, holding the bamboo pole, walking left and right, the fishing line is only so long, there is no way to put the line in, and there is no rocker to retract the line, so I can only do this, walking back and forth, left and right.

The bamboo pole is always curved in the hand, and as long as the front head is lowered, it can touch the water.

"Good guy, the bamboo pole is really strong. Can our fishing rod be so strong?" Someone sighed and looked at the bent bamboo pole and compared it with the fishing rod in his hand.

"Our fishing rod is bent like this, it would snap and break a long time ago, and the fishing line won't work either."

"Where did this kid get the bamboo pole? Look, the fishing line is not as thick as mine."

After more than ten minutes, Fang Chen continued to slide the fish. The fish didn't come up, but he was tired from swimming.

After adjusting his breathing, he felt that the bamboo pole in his hand seemed to be a little relaxed. He took a deep breath and asked Yang Xi to prepare the net bag. He planted his feet steadily on the ground, grabbed the bamboo pole, and decisively raised his hands in the air and threw them behind his head.

"Oh my god, I thought it was such a big fish. After working so hard for so long, I caught a turtle, hahaha." The overbearing driver saw Fang Chen holding a turtle in his hand, and his laughter caught up with the loudspeaker.

The eyes around them were all staring at their own fish floats with some disappointment.

Fang Chen was very happy. Even though it was a turtle, it was also named Xuanwu and was a treasure of the town house.

Put the turtle in the bucket, but this guy can't be put in the net bag.

The weight of the turtle in his hand, Fang Chen concluded based on experience that it can weigh several pounds, which is not bad. The first shot is fired, and the rest will be more exciting.

The fact that the turtle took the bait means that the bait you prepared yourself can still emit a fragrant smell. The turtle likes it, and the big fish must also like it.

Uncle Wang didn't seem to have much interest in turtles. After being excited for a while, he concentrated on fishing.

The fish floats on the water surface began to move, and not far away there was a cry: "Wow, haha, a silver carp of about 6 pounds."

"I also took the bait, an 8-pound silver carp."

Fang Chen continued to stare at his fishing bobber, with a calm mind and not in a hurry. Others took the bait, which also explained a problem. The fish began to come out to look for food.

Not long after, Uncle Wang slowly rocked the lever, and a silver carp weighing about ten kilograms caused a sensation. So far, Uncle Wang had caught the biggest fish, and countless pairs of envious eyes were cast around him.

The owner of the fishing park, Old Feng, heard the news and came to take a look.

"Old Wang, okay, ten pounds, can you sell it?" Old Feng smiled and handed Uncle Wang a cigarette.

Uncle Wang took the cigarette, lit it, and said: "If you don't want to sell it, go home and stew it. The meat of ten pounds of silver carp is tender and tender, with few thorns, and the soup is rich and fragrant."

"You can sell this piece to Green Villa for 300 yuan," Old Feng said.

There is a green villa next to the fishing garden, offering game, wild vegetables, and fish from the fishing garden.

There are often fishermen selling the fish they catch to the villa in exchange for some money. Lao Feng can be regarded as a middleman. When he sees someone catching a big fish, he will discuss the sale.

Uncle Wang was determined not to sell it, and even made fun of Lao Feng. It is really hard for you to lose fish weighing more than ten kilograms. It would be good to lose four or five fish a month, let alone the forty or fifty kilograms of fish you have here.

Hey, Lao Feng, did you go to the water and sprinkle chicken manure in advance?

"Lao Wang, please stop making fun of me. If you don't want to sell it, I won't sell it. Hey, what's in the bucket?" Lao Feng was about to leave, but when he saw something in the bucket next to Fang Chen, he curiously poked his head to check.
Chapter completed!