Chapter 217 (1/2)

The goal of him and grandpa is wogouzi. That place is located behind a small island in the middle of the Yangtze River. Because there is an island blocking the waterway, there are more fish in the ditch, which is better than other places.

There was no wind in the river today, but somehow, Jiang Xiong's grandfather began to tremble inexplicably soon after his trip. His heart was so flustered that he always felt that something bad would happen.

It's strange that the smoke of incense floated so beautifully when Ming Ming worshipped the king of Jinsha today. It shouldn't be!

Grandpa frowned and carefully observed the river.

The water of the Yangtze River has always been very turbid, with countless quicksand, which has painted more than half of Sichuan into an alluvial plain in the middle reaches.

The Yangtze River, which has a great sediment content in the water, is extremely calm today. Even through the water, you can see the position more than two meters under the water.

The old man hasn't seen a similar situation for decades.

I'm afraid it will be exciting for other rivers to become clear. But it is definitely not a good thing that the water of the Yangtze River becomes transparent. This is the teachings of the ancestors of Xiyang village.

”Xiongxiong, there's something wrong today. Let's stop fishing and go back first.” As soon as the old man touched his hand, he put his calloused and wrinkled hand into the river.

It's summer, but the water temperature of the river is very cold. The coolness rushed into the flesh and went straight to the bone. The old man's face became even more ugly.

Sure enough, something's wrong.

Jiang Xiong smiled bitterly. His grandfather was good at everything, but he was too superstitious: ”Grandpa, you don't know. In order to let you go to a good primary school, I made a down payment for a school district room in the county, and I will repay the loan the day after tomorrow. If I don't fish and sell money today, I have money and a loan. How can I repay it? ”

Momo is the name of great grandson by the river.

The old man sighed deeply. He also knew that his grandson was under great pressure. Obviously, modern people's life is very good and rich in materials. Why is the pressure of this generation so much greater than when they were young?

Lack of money is more terrible than abiding by tradition. Not abiding by tradition is not necessarily fatal, but I heard that if you don't repay the loan, the house must not be yours.

The old man compromised again: ”OK, just fish in wogouzi for two hours, two hours at most, and we'll leave right away.”

Jiang Xiong nodded. He understood that this was the old man's last insistence, and there was no room for bargaining.

He sped up his speed, drove the boat near the ditch and began to fish with the old man. I didn't expect a good thing to happen as soon as the net was put down.

It's a great thing.

The bad net crashed for a while. The float made of empty mineral water bottles floating on the water trembled badly. This is a phenomenon that occurs only when a large number of fish rush directly to the fishing net.

Jiang xiongle couldn't close his mouth.

He hurriedly asked the old man to take in the net. You know, he usually had to wait at least two hours to take in the net to see if there was any harvest. Now as soon as he put down the net, he could see the fish hitting the net. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing in his life.