A coquettish and book-worn man lives by a rough man

Sun Yecheng enjoyed the feeling of being watched very much, and there was a faint smug look on his face.

"Actually, the answer lies in my bait."

"My bait is made of white flour steamed buns. These fish like to eat them, so they will naturally take the bait."

Some people catch fish here without paying any cost, and those fish will naturally not be fooled.

The bait he made was delicious. He put the fishing net down, then sprinkled bait on it, and when all the fish came to grab the food, he pulled up the fishing net suddenly.

The fast fish will run away, and the slow fish will naturally be caught by him.

Sometimes these fish are also shrewd and only eat on the edge when they eat, so sometimes they will empty the net.

Moreover, it will take time for the fish to believe that these foods are not traps. If you are impatient, you will not be able to catch the fish.

These are all details. Sun Yecheng just enjoys the envious eyes of others, so naturally he won't go into details.

Everyone was shocked.

After all, these days, many people can't eat white flour steamed buns during the Chinese New Year. It is too extravagant for Sun Yecheng to be willing to fish with white flour steamed buns. No wonder he can catch fish.

Quite a few people directly dismissed their intention to follow their studies. After all, they were reluctant to fish with white flour steamed buns, and they would not eat fish at all.

Many people are from good families and want to give it a try. It just so happens that Sun Yecheng will do his best this time, so they can also learn from it.

The people on the other side looked at Sun Yecheng, and some regretted choosing to count at Leng Yuan's side. If they were at Sun Yecheng's side, they might be able to learn something.

Pity.

"ready, go."

When Sun Yeshu's voice fell, there were movements on both sides. Sun Yecheng had salvaged several times before, so the speed of lowering the net was faster. He continued to put the fishing net into the water the moment the sound fell.

On Leng Yuan's side, he took out the Maza, sat on it, and after fiddling with the fishing rod, he took out a plastic basin from the bucket.

When everyone was wondering, they saw that he grabbed a piece of chopsticks from inside, which was as thick as a thumb, and hung it on the fishhook.

It was so dark, I couldn't tell what it was.

Can this fish?

Everyone was suspicious.

Chen Beiguo and Village Chief Xu rushed over, expecting to see the scene of beating in the dark, but they saw the scene of two old gods fishing.

With a question mark on Chen Beiguo's forehead, he stepped forward and asked a crowd of onlookers.

"What's going on? Didn't Leng Yuan fight with Sun Yecheng?"

The man was watching the game intently, when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, without turning his head, he said: "What fight? The two of them are fishing in a competition!"

fishing?

Chen Beiguo glanced at the two people who were concentrating on fishing, and then at the messenger.

The messenger scratched his head and looked puzzled: "When I left just now, the two of them were clamoring for a fight."

Why did the two stop fighting after he left for such a while?

He doesn't know what's going on!

Seeing his appearance, Chen Beiguo probably guessed what was going on.

Probably this person heard two people fighting, and as soon as he left, it became a game fishing.

Anyway, it's fine if you don't fight.

"You did a good job, remember to tell me next time you have something to do."

This person is also kind, even though what he said is wrong, he should still be praised. This is to encourage everyone to come to him as the captain if they have any conflicts, and not to vent their personal anger in private.

As soon as the captain's voice fell, there was a loud noise behind him.

"My miserable son! You died so badly..."