Start With Lifting The Restrictions

Start With Lifting The Restrictions Chapter 112

2021-11-01

Chapter 112 Fishing Village

“Martial Artist?”

Yang Chu turned his head slightly and looked at the simple and honest young man. With a shocked expression on his face, he felt something wrong again in his heart.

He stepped out of the wooden hut and looked at the scene outside, his body froze slightly.

green sea, blue sky, the big sun hangs in the left half of the sky.

On the west side of the blue sky, a celestial body about three times larger than the moon hangs high above it.

Celestial Phenomenon such as Sun and Moon's Splendor is actually not uncommon, as long as the weather is good enough and the air is clear, it can be seen many times.

But the "moon" right now is much bigger than the one he remembered.

"Sure enough, I'm not in the original world anymore."

Yang Chu's brain consciousness gradually became clearer, when he woke up, he had found that simple and honest young man, And the old man who helped him "call the soul", the hair accessories on his head and the clothes on his body didn't look like modern people.

And—

He was indeed in a small fishing village by the sea at the moment.

"A certain ancient Chinese parallel world?"

Yang Chu had some guesses in his mind from the information he learned in this brief moment, but he was not sure for a while.

"Ah, why did you run out? It's windy outside, you just woke up, and you'll fall ill when the wind blows."

In the wooden hut, simple and honest The young man chased out, watching Yang Chu standing in front of the door looking up into the distance, and shouting anxiously.

"My name is Yang Chu, what's your name?"

Yang Chu turned to look at the simple and honest young man and asked with a smile.

He doesn't really care where he is at the moment, or where people are.

For him, there are too few things to worry about in this world, but the simple and honest young man in front of him gave Yang Chu the feeling, in a trance, it seems that there are several points of Liu Xu's shadow that took him in .

"My name is Fang A Shui. When my father was there, he used to say that when we depend on water, we are called A Shui."

The simple and honest young man stretched out his hand to scratch again. He scratched his head, as if it was the first time to introduce himself to someone like this, with a slight embarrassment on his face.

Speaking, he suddenly seemed to be thinking something, looked at Yang Chu again, seemed to think that Yang Chu was a few years older than him, and said, "That Yang...Big Brother Yang, you, you Is it a Martial Artist?"

"I don't know what Martial Artist you are talking about." Yang Chu shook his head and looked at Fang A Shui said with a smile, "But you want to learn some martial arts, Even other means, I can teach you."

"Oh——"

Fang Ah Shui heard Yang Chu say this, his face was not happy, but lowered. A look of disappointment appeared on his face.

Yang Chu was naturally aware of Fang A Shui's emotions. Although he didn't understand why, he was a little curious about what Fang A Shui said about Martial Artist.

However, at this time, Yang Chu didn't have the heart to think about it. He looked at Fang A Shui and said, "A Shui brother, do you still have anything to eat?"

"Anything to eat?"

Fang Ah Shui lifts the head, a little shy and a little surprised, "No... No, Yang, Big Brother Yang, are you not full? You, wait for me."

After finishing speaking, Yang Chu moved towards the other wooden sheds not far away without waiting for Yang Chu to continue speaking.

Yang Chu took advantage of this meeting to take a closer look at the fishing village where he is located. There are about 100 households around, and they are basically similar to Fang Ahshui's wooden shacks. Not Young Sect Master Before drying, there are fishing nets and some dry seaweed goods like kelp. Not far from the coast, there are many small fishing boats being towed onto the beach.

"Thank you Aunt Li."

In front of Fang Ah Shui's house, Yang Chu didn't wait long when he saw Fang Ah Shui pinching the gills of the fish, holding a A one-foot-long fresh fish ran out of a house in a wooden shack.

"A Shui, you remember to pay me back tomorrow. This is the tax credit I gave to the Martial Apprentice gentlemen."

Behind Fang A Shui, the wood In the shack, a middle-aged woman in rags came out, watching Fang A Shui carrying the fresh fish out the door, loudly said.

"Don't worry, Aunt Li, I'll go into the sea in a moment and I'll buy you a bigger one. If the tide goes out in the afternoon, I'll pick up a dozen or so jins of seafood for you. ."

Fang A Shui tightly pinched the fresh fish that was still alive and kicking with both hands, his footsteps were fast, and he replied loudly.

The Aunt Li glanced at Yang Chu from a distance, and seemed to think that Yang Chu's bald hair was a little weird, so she didn't come to say hello.

When Fang Ah Shui ran to Yang Chu, he immediately shook the fresh fish in front of Yang Chu and said happily, "Big Brother Yang, I went to Aunt Li's house to borrow a fish. , if you're not full, you can eat this."

"Okay."

Yang Chu glanced at the fresh fish in Fang Ah Shui's hand, with a body like a spindle, kissing Short tip, looks like some kind of bonito.

I then took another look at Fang A Shui, a simple and honest young man. He has little scheming and is straightforward and generous. Even if he is so indifferent, his heart can't help but be touched.

"I'm going to get a knife."

Fang Ah Shui handed the bonito to Yang Chu, ran into his wood house, and took out a knife. A pocket knife with a length of more than ten centimeters, with a badly worn handle and blade.

"I'll do it!"

Yang Chu took the knife from Fang Ah Shui, walked to the small kitchen chopping board erected outside the wooden shed, and efficiently cut a knife. The bonito got cleaned up.

Slices of fish slices as thin as cicada wing were continuously cut out in Yang Chu's hands, making Fang Ah Shui dazzled.

Yang Chu ate it while cutting it, and asked Fang Ah Shui to take a bowl and pick some delicate fish fillets into his bowl with a knife.

In just a short period of time, a bonito was cut by Yang Chu with a knife. There was hardly any fish flesh to be seen, and only a bare skeleton remained.

After eating a bonito, Yang Chu's face became more and more rosy, his body was completely out of the state of illness, he looked towards Fang A Shui on the side, and asked:

"You're going to go fishing, do you have a boat?"

Fang Ah Shui put a piece of sashimi into his mouth and quickly nodded: "Yes, yes..."

Said, and pointed to a small sampan boat on the coast, "That boat was left to me by my father, and I still have a net and a fishing rod."

" Let's go, let's go catch some fish and come back."

Yang Chu didn't say anything nonsense, he had already heard that Auntie Li's call, what is this bonito for, Mr. Martial Apprentice? tax money.

Although he didn't understand the meaning, he didn't want to add other troubles to Fang A Shui.

Besides, this thing is far from enough for Yang Chu's physical needs at this time.

Faced with this unknown world, Yang Chu needs to restore his body to the best condition as soon as possible.

After all, in the short time he woke up, he had already heard words like Martial Artist and Martial Apprentice.

Yang Chu has become interested in the possible power system in this world.

……

On the sea, a boat swayed with the waves.

With a puci, the sound of the harpoon entering the water sounded.

"I hit, I hit again."

Fang Ah Shui, who was sitting in the stern, watched the harpoon shoot into the water, and shot another three chi long. Big fish, immediately stood up and shouted.

Yang Chu grabbed the thumb-thick hemp rope tied behind the harpoon with both hands, and pulled it upwards. A three-chi long mackerel was dragged up by Yang Chu from the water.

The harpoon penetrated most of the mackerel's body, and the churning blood attracted more and more various kinds of sea fish to gather around the sampan boat.

"Be careful not to get bitten."

Yang Chu tossed the mackerel in the middle of the sampan boat. Although most of the mackerel's body was penetrated by the harpoon, it was not yet. Immediately killed, the sharp teeth of the big mouth on the head are still quite terrifying.

"Big Brother Yang, enough is enough, we can't hold any more."

Watching Yang Chu throw another mackerel on the sampan boat In the cabin in the middle, Fang A Shui's face was full of smiles, but after the smile, there was a trace of sadness.

The boat is too small, and it will be full without a few tens of pounds of big fish.

Since Yang Chu Yang Chu went fishing with him yesterday, the two of them have harvested several boats of fish.

In addition to returning it to Aunt Li, it also gave some to other families in the fishing village. Dried fish.

Fang Ah Shui was shocked by Yang Chu's appetite. His stomach was like a bottomless pit. In addition to eating fish, he also ate all kinds of seaweed, melons and fruits. It feels like Yang Chu has at least one or two hundred pounds of food in his stomach.

However, compared to Yang Chu's appetite, the fishing skills he showed made Fang A Shui, a fisherman who grew up by the sea, a little stunned.

There is nothing too fancy, no nets or fishing rods. Initially, the bonito entrails and bones that were eaten earlier were put in a cloth pocket, tied with a rope, and thrown on the under the boat.

At first, the two of them waited for a long time without any response, but they gradually attracted some fish.

Yang Chu took a harpoon and plunged into the water, and immediately a fish struggled to be pulled up.

In the beginning, it was just a few small fish with a long slap. At the back, the Sea Territory around the sampan boat gathered blood and gradually attracted a lot of big fish.

Yang Chu's harpoon stabbed down, with few failures.

This kind of skill, Fang Ah Shui is very clear, it looks simple, but it is extremely difficult.

The harpoon must be thrown with sufficient force, precision and timing.

Ordinary person can't do this at all. Most people take fish with harpoons, and most of them are on the shallow water near some reefs.

It is very difficult to deal with a fish that can be stabbed in water more than a foot deep.

Up to a depth of two feet, almost no one can stab underwater fish.

But the harpoon in Yang Chu's hand is thrown out like a powerful arrow, three-four chi deep water, and it can also stab the fish swimming in the water.

This is an amazing skill.

"One more, we'll go back, you're seated."

Yang Chu looked at the cabin that was indeed almost full, laughed, raised his harpoon eyes and stared again The sea below the boat.

There was a shark that was about three meters long and swam back and forth for a while.

Quietly waiting for the shark to swim near the water of the sampan boat, the three-meter-long body Yang Chu hardly misses, but he is not in a hurry, but is waiting for the best position.

This shark is estimated to weigh two or three hundred pounds. Given the size of the sampan boat he was in, it was almost the limit he could catch.

The best way is to kill with one hit, so as not to kill time.

Yang Chu holds a harpoon high, his body motionless, like a sculpture.

The naked upper body is no longer weak, and the skin that has been sunburned for a day is slightly red and black. Although it does not look strong, it is full of ribs and tendons.

After taking full control of his body, Yang Chu no longer needs to gradually increase his body strength after a long period of exercise and nutritional supplements as he once did. His metabolic capacity is always maintained at the level of ordinary people. Three to five times more.

As long as he has enough nutrition to keep up, his body can quickly return to its previous state.

Pfft—

Suddenly, the harpoon plunged into the water.

The water suddenly churned, Yang Chu grabbed the hemp rope tied behind the harpoon, and controlled the sampan boat's hull with his feet.

The whole sampan boat was dragged forward for a while, but soon the shark that was churning underwater stopped moving and floated up on its belly.

A harpoon pierced the shark's skull, killing it.

"Let's go, let's go back!"

Yang Chu casually looped the hemp rope tied to the harpoon around the bow of the sampan boat and tied a slipknot. , smiled and greeted Fang A Shui, who had opened his mouth wide.

"Big Brother Yang, you, you, you stabbed a big shark...are you really not a Martial Artist?"

Fang Ah Shui's eyes became more and more unbelievable, such a big shark , Few of them were caught in these fishing villages. I saw them a few times, or at the market in Nanhuan Town.

It is said that there are also big fish of several zhang long and sea monsters like houses, which can only be caught from huge ships going out to sea.

"No."

Yang Chu shook his head, he was more and more curious about what Fang A Shui said about Martial Artist. This was the third time he said it. out the word.

As for the big shark, this is the name given to sharks in Stone Village, Yang Chu is not surprised.

This world has several points of similar to ancient China, folk customs and languages have a common ground.

Picking up the wood pulp, the two began to row the sampan boat towards the fishing village five or six miles away.

The name of the fishing village, Yang Chu, is known from Fang A Shuikou. Because there are a lot of reefs in the north, it is called Reef Stone Village. In addition, I also know that the nearest town is called Nanhuan Town, which is a seaport. Occasionally, some large ships from Central Plains will dock, but there are not many, so there is not much prosperity.

In fact, the seafood in this Sea Territory should be quite rich. Yang Chu probably judged that the climate should be near subtropical and tropical.

However, the fishermen living in the reefs are all very poor. The fishermen in the reef Stone Village do not even have a few decent nets.

"I'm back, Ah Shui and the little brother Yang from a foreign country are back."

Before their sampan boats docked, they were in front of the tidal flat on the Stone Village side of the reef. , a lot of people have been standing there waiting there.

The farther ones are the villagers of Stone Village, men and women, as well as some black, skinny, ragged children.

Standing at the front are two adult men in black soap clothes who obviously don't look like fishermen in this fishing village.

He is tall and strong, standing in the middle of a group of fishermen, which is particularly abrupt and obvious.

"Fang Ah Shui, you've caught so many fish in the past two days, but you haven't paid the tax yet?"

As soon as the sampan boat docked, a leopard's head surrounded its eyes. The man in soap with beard on his face came over and moved towards Fang A Shui loudly scolded.

"Yo, there's a big shark towed behind."

The other, slightly stocky man in a soapy coat, looked at the one towed behind the sampan boat. Shark, his eyes brightened, "Fang Ah Shui, your tax money cannot be less this time."

(end of this chapter)