Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Shi Tian and Old An were not fishing in Bamoyo, but rather on the west side of Bamoyo, where there was a large bridge built with aid from China, making it an important transportation route in Tanzania.
After a hearty meal, Old Mo did not come along; it was just him, accompanied by Simba and Mu Sa, who had hurried over to Old An's side. Once he arrived, he regretted it a bit— it was too far away. How would they get back? The rough road would take at least two hours to traverse!
"Uncle An, you must be living in Bamoyo, right?" Rod cast his line and glanced at Old An. He was sure that Old An had done this on purpose, luring him over just to indulge in his Wo Liao. If he had known it was this far, he would have never followed!
"Our usual fishing spot is Bamoyo. We occasionally go to Da Ban to fish there, but we usually fish here. There are plenty of big fish here, weighing twenty or thirty pounds. Hurry up and cast your line!"
"Come stay with us tonight and show off your cooking skills. The brothers here have been away from home for months now. Even though we brought a chef along, his skills can't compare to yours."
As soon as Old An spoke, Shi Tian rolled his eyes in frustration. Not only did he have to endure Old An's teasing about his Wo Liao, but now he was also critiquing his cooking skills—Old An was certainly not holding back.
There was no way out now; he had boarded a pirate ship and couldn’t get off. He hadn’t brought his passport, and neither had Simba or Mu Sa, so they couldn’t check into a hotel. It was clear they would have to stay at Old An's place for the night.
Shi Tian didn’t mind dealing with these projects from back home; having connections here was beneficial. Whether it was for official matters or personal favors, they could lend a helping hand, which only served Shi Tian well.
As night fell, Float cast his line and pulled up a Peacock Fish. Despite being only six inches long, its large tail resembled a small fan and was quite beautiful.
He tossed the Peacock Fish into Yu Hu; if it could survive the night, he planned to take it back to keep in the large water tanks behind his house that collected rainwater. It would be a waste not to keep a few fish.
Originally, he thought about not selling Old An a rod while Old Mo wasn’t around, but after considering it, he decided against it. They were going to eat at Old An’s place tonight and stay there; pulling out the rod now would be like presenting a gift that he wouldn’t get any money back for. It would be more practical to catch a fish as a gift instead.
"Tian Ge, aren’t you using Plastic Particles? Why are you using worms?" Seeing Old An catch fish after fish made the two brothers restless.
Old An was being selfish; not only did he eat alone, but even after Shi Tian generously gave him a bag of Wo Liao, he took only a small handful for himself and locked the rest in the car while his two companions could only watch helplessly.
These two brothers knew Old An’s temperament well—he was casual about food and drink but fiercely protective of his fishing gear and bait. Anyone who dared touch it would immediately face his wrath.
With no luck at Old An’s spot, the two brothers turned to Shi Tian for help. From Shi Tian’s demeanor, it seemed he wouldn’t be as stingy with sharing.
Initially, they weren’t particularly keen on fishing; they just accompanied Old An daily for safety reasons. However, after Shi Tian generously gifted them some Wo Liao last time and they managed to catch several two- or three-pound fish, they found themselves eager to cast their lines whenever they saw water.
If Old An didn’t go fishing for a few days, these two felt restless and would try every means possible to drag him out to find a river. Now it seemed they were close to convincing Old An to join them in fishing again.
Having come all the way to Africa without using Wo Liao? That would be such a shame!
Comment 0 Comment Count