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Chapter 4 First Fishing

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    A few minutes later.

    The fishing boat landed on the sea with a splash of water.

    For the first time, everyone raised their rods to cast. It was hard to imagine that with just a casual throw, the fishhook flew hundreds of meters away. How could it be cast so far without a fishing reel?  Will the thread not get knotted?

    Sea fishing does not require a float, but is it really possible to have a line of several hundred meters without a fishing reel?  Han Fei looked at the fishing rod in his hand. The line was only two or three meters long. How did he throw it out from a hundred meters away?

    Han Fei's mind was full of questions. Everyone's eyes were closed, and their hands glowed faintly, a bit like the spiritual energy during cultivation.

    I saw that everyone was actually retracting their fishing lines slightly, and then Han Fei made a magical scene. The fishing line could be long or short. What kind of line is this?

    Han Fei had the answer in his mind. Is this the so-called line control with spiritual energy?  But doing this in memory consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

    "Well, everyone, I have a good idea. Can we drive the fishing boat and fish at the same time? This should be more tempting."

    "Do not talk."

    The middle-aged uncle suddenly opened his eyes and scolded: "This is just an ordinary fishing boat, and the spiritual energy charge is limited. We have to keep the spiritual energy for fishing. According to your statement, once our spiritual energy is exhausted, we can only wait for others to come to the rescue.  "

    Han Fei smiled awkwardly. This was not the earth after all. He didn't understand many things and couldn't just rely on his memory. He originally wanted to have a relationship with these people, but it seemed there was no hope.

    But Han Fei is not worried. In his memory, those teenagers could catch three to four hundred kilograms of fish every day, which shows that there are many fish in this sea area.  For example, that two-meter-long blue turtle, I'm afraid just one is enough to cover the fish tax.

    ?? Han Fei threw the hook, and with all his strength, he threw it less than 20 meters.

    "Huh?"

    In the past, when fishing in the sea, there was a lead weight attached to the pole, but now it is just a fishing line and a bait, and you have to use your spiritual energy to control the distance. This thing is a bit difficult!

    Han Fei quickly glanced back and found that no one was paying attention, so Han Fei started pretending to fish.

    His techniques are very skillful, pulling, releasing, shaking

    "I sway to the left"

    "I sway to the right"

    Han Fei was muttering silently in his heart, but saw a boatload of people twitching.

    Someone said: "Boy, are you stupid? Your bait is gone."

    Han Fei: "???"

    Han Fei looked unbelieving, do you understand this is my skill?  And there was no obvious bite, so how could my bait be gone?

    Middle-aged uncle: "Pull it up! The green worm is the least moving insect, so the green worm moves, so the fish will not touch your hook."

    Han Fei: "Huh?"

    The boy who had mocked Han Fei before sneered: "Ah what! Your insect must have been eaten by the little white shrimp."

    Reeling the thread is a science. Everyone was speechless when they saw Han Fei half pulling, half tugging, and half spiritually retracting the thread.  Some people couldn't help but said: "Boy, how did you grow up to this point? Use spiritual energy, you are pulling your ass!"

    Han Fei: "???"

    I¡¯ve used it, but it won¡¯t move!

    Middle-aged uncle: "Feel the spiritual energy, fall on the fishing line, and pull the fishing line."

    Han Fei blushed slightly and felt his spiritual energy according to what others said. When the spiritual energy attached to the fishing rod and fishing line, he was suddenly surprised that there was an obscure intensity.

    "If I go, can I still use it like this?"

    Han Fei's spirit was shaken, and his spiritual energy flashed in his hand. He heard a "whoosh" sound, and the fishhook broke out of the water in an instant. It didn't stop yet. He saw the fishhook land on the other end of the boat with a "pop".  On the butt of a boy the same size as myself.

    "ah!"

    Han Fei immediately tightened his anus. Everyone else turned sideways and tightened their anus. Are you taking the line in or are you hooking someone?  Where does it take so much effort to take up the thread?

    "Han Fei, you are looking for death"

    Han Fei: "I didn't mean it, don't move, I'll pull it out"

    "Pfft"

    They saw the fishhook fly back from the boy's butt again with a "swish". Everyone lowered their heads quickly, and Han Fei himself buried his head.

    ¡°I saw a large piece of fabric being torn open on the young man¡¯s buttocks, and a small stream of blood spurted out.

    Han Fei: "What the hell, I'm sorry, I didn't control my intensity well."

    "Han Fei, I'm going to kill you."

    The boy was covering his buttocks and almost bursting into tearsnbsp; Suddenly, the sound of joy continued.

    Especially the old Chen who just grabbed the middle-aged uncle¡¯s arm and asked, ¡°I¡¯ve been stuck at level six fisherman for a long time, do you have any experience?¡±

    ??Middle-aged uncle: "I'm surprised too. I'm a very good eater. I don't know why, but I suddenly had a breakthrough the day before yesterday."

    When he heard this, Lao Chen immediately sighed. He was getting old, and he was afraid that he would have no hope of being a good fisherman in this life!

    Han Fei pricked up his ears. It turned out that this was a high-level fisherman. But when he heard that Old Chen had been stuck at the sixth level of fisherman for half his life, he couldn't help but clicked his tongue. Is it so difficult to practice?

    "That's all, as the saying goes, if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. When I raise the level of my skills and spiritual veins, I will crush you when the time comes.

    The middle-aged uncle caught a large green turtle, and everyone changed places again.

    One after another, most of the day passed. Among the eight people, except for the boy who was about the same age as himself, everyone else had completed the task.

    The sun was half setting, and everyone even took out some sea melon seeds and started eating melon seeds, chatting about them.

    Suddenly, the young man shouted: "I caught it, I caught it"

    ?? Han Fei looked over with a dark face. Everyone in Te Miao had completed their tasks. He had been sitting here all day, using half a box of bait, and not even a small fish as big as a palm had been hooked.

    Just when Han Fei was laughing at himself, an old fisherman shouted that something was wrong.

    Old Chen¡¯s eyes were about to burst: ¡°Quick, let go, kid, we can¡¯t catch this.¡±

    The middle-aged man¡¯s face changed drastically: ¡°This is not a fish, this is a tentacle shrimp caught.¡±

    Han Fei was shocked. Tentacle shrimp, the one Tang Ge caught?

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