fishing system

Chapter 173 Congo Jungle ([-])

As the sun sets, the birds and animals gradually begin to return to the forest. After the fierce competition for survival during the day, the animals living in the Congo rainforest finally have a chance to take a break.

At the edge of the forest, the sound of the waterfall is still deafening.

A dim incandescent lamp illuminated the small and crude boat beside the shoal. Yang Zi and others were sitting on the deck, having dinner and discussing something.

"How is it? Has Ah Feng's high fever subsided?" Seeing Ah Ling coming out of the boat house, Yang Zi asked about the situation.

"Back off, Brother Yang, don't worry, he will recover tomorrow at the most, and he drank a big bowl of fish soup just now." Ah Ling nodded, indicating that his companions don't have to worry.

Having been in Africa for so long, most people would feel a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, Yang Zi and the others were more particular about living conditions, so no one had any special situations.

But this afternoon, the photographer A Feng in the team suddenly fell ill. Although it was just a common fever, Yang Zi in this barren mountain did not dare to be careless in the slightest. Rest in the houseboat.

Now that his condition has improved, he is also relieved.

"Di Di Di...!"

"Hey, the siren is going off again, brother Yang, should we go and have a look?" Tan Ziqing asked beside the source of the sound.

"I'm not going, it's probably caused by another catfish waking up and struggling, let's talk about it after eating." Drinking fish soup, Yang Zi didn't have the slightest intention to get up.

"Haha! Let me just say, why don't you just knock them to death? That would save trouble? I have been running around more than ten times this afternoon, and every time it was a false alarm." Hearing Yang Zi say this Said, Tan Ziqing laughed on the sidelines.

"Tiger fish like to eat living things, and the effect is not so good when they are dead. Do you think I like this?" Yang Zi said angrily.

"Then you plan to stay up all night, do tiger fish still like to hunt at night?" Tan Ziqing was not convinced.

"This is just an experiment. I don't know much about them. Let's find out the details first! Also, don't you complain that you have no place to sleep? Let's sleep a group at night and a group during the day. Isn't it just right for you? wishes." Yang Zi shrugged, feeling a little helpless when asked.

After an afternoon of fishing, their first attempt on the first day basically ended in failure.

Even if the bait fish was changed later, there was no African tiger fish coming to bite the bait. On the contrary, it was the catfish that was knocked out by Yang Zi.

"So that's why you pulled me to stay up late?" Tan Ziqing glanced at the shallows, and replied a little depressed.

At this time, a half-meter-high wooden frame was laid on the shoal. This was originally used to store goods on the ship. After laying a layer of mats, it became a resting platform for them to wait at night.

The wooden frame is about two meters long and more than half a meter wide. It is enough for a person to lie on it, but it will obviously be very crowded for two people.

This Yang Zi has nothing to do, because the materials are too simple.

The waterfall is too noisy. If you want to sleep, you have to go to a place downstream. If it's just fishing, then it's okay to leave him here alone.

But they are not recording the program, this process still has to be filmed!

In desperation, Yang Zi prepared to leave Tan Ziqing to take a cameo photo shoot, but the other party kept yelling that she couldn't sleep at night anyway.

"Hehe! Congratulations, you got the answer right, but unfortunately there is no prize. Hurry up and eat, the siren has been going off for a long time, I have to go and check the situation." Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Yang Zi got off the boat and started throwing poles far away. Go.

It was getting dark now, and he didn't turn on the lights. His good eyesight allowed him to see the surrounding environment clearly with the help of the starlight above his head.

The throwing pole that sent the signal was still the one under the waterfall pool. After Yang Zi rushed to the place, he picked up a pole and pulled it back, but unexpectedly found that it didn't weigh much.

This should be the reason why the catfish returned to the line in the opposite direction after finding that it couldn't break free. He didn't care much, just turned the fishing wheel and started to take up the line.

The 60-meter fishing line was reeled very quickly, and within a short while, half of it came up, but to Yang Zi's surprise, there was still no force coming from the tip of the rod.

"Did it run away?"

He muttered to himself and didn't stop holding his hand. Finally, when there were only about ten meters of fishing line left, a little tension finally came from the end of the rod tip.

However, the direction of this strength is a bit strange, not facing the pool, but coming from the shoal on the edge of the jungle.

Yang Zi frowned suspiciously, instead of continuing to pull the fishing line, he followed its direction and slowly found where the fishing group was.

At the end of the shoal near the cliff, the river began to deepen gradually. The river bottom here brought a lot of silt because of the tortuous current, and it was often impossible to get to the bottom when stepping on it. When Yang Zi came here during the day to explore the road, he just Almost suffered a loss.

Then he walked slowly along the fishing line, and unexpectedly returned to this place that impressed him so much.

"What the hell?"

Stopping at the junction of the mud pool and the shoal, Yang Zi looked at the muddy water ahead, his mind full of doubts.

There were only about three or four meters of fishing line left outside. He tried to pull it hard, but found that the fishing group seemed to be hung on the bottom, and it was not moving at all.

But when it comes to hanging the bottom, the fishing line is slowly changing direction from time to time, and this strange scene immediately makes him a little confused.

Is it a crocodile?
To be on the safe side, Yang Zi didn't approach directly, but put a few meters of fishing line out, and took a few steps back to keep a safe distance.

"Brother Yang, what's the matter? Did you catch anything?" There was a stalemate here, and Tan Ziqing rushed over after eating.

"I don't know what it is. It's not small. I feel a bit like a crocodile." Seeing his companion rushing over, Yang Zi heaved a sigh of relief. After all, it would be much easier for multiple people to handle things.

"No way? Another crocodile? Why are there so many in this place?" Tan Ziqing exclaimed.

"What's so strange about this? You've seen fewer crocodiles by the river these days? Not to mention the fact that there are at least three crocodiles near this waterfall!" Yang Zi was somewhat disapproving of his companion's fuss.

"Uh! This one is different! Those crocodiles are staying on the river bank, but you are fishing! When is it normal to catch a crocodile?" Tan Ziqing was not convinced by Yang Zi's contempt.

"I won't quarrel with you. You turn on the light. I'll pull it over to see what it is. If it's a crocodile, be careful not to get too close." Shaking his head, Yang Zi didn't continue to argue.

He locked the reel, intending to drag the unknown creature out directly.

　Wang woof, I am a broken dog...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)