Catch the sea: start with a sand shovel and take over the entire beach

Zhao Qin was overjoyed and pushed the electric winch to take up the line. From the sound the electric winch made, he could tell that the fish must be quite big.

"I'll go, you're so lucky. I was fishing for a long time and missed, but you still hit the bottom."

"There's no fishing bottom, so it's only half water." Zhao Qin replied with a smile.

"What fish, tuna?"

"Who knows until it comes out of the water."

Zhao Qin was paying attention to the thread while casually dealing with the people watching the excitement.

Before he could catch his fish, Awang had already run up to him, holding a fish weighing about forty kilograms in his arms, "Aqin, look, I caught this."

"Not bad, it's worth a good price." Zhao Qin took a look and saw that it was a yellow fin.

"I've never eaten sashimi before. Why don't you take it to the canteen and have it processed?" Awang was very moved. He came mainly for fun and was not too anxious about how much money he could make.

"This fish is a bit big. We can't finish it and it's wasted. And the sashimi is just like that. You may not be used to it."

At this moment, Mr. Ye also came, looked at the fish in Awang's hand and said with a smile: "It's about the same size as the one I caught. Oh, Aqin, did you really catch a fish in the bottom?"

Zhao Qin smiled and said nothing. At this moment, the fish's strength was almost exhausted by the pulling, and it was obvious that the electric glue line became a little easier.

A boatman stood ready with a hook. As soon as the fish came out of the water, the hook caught the fish.

"Damn it, Zhang Hong, he must be over 50 pounds."

"How can this kid catch big fish?"

"It's okay. The fish we're getting these days are forty or fifty pounds."

"That's a golden gun. It's already big. Forty or fifty pounds is still small, but Zhang Hong's weight of over 50 pounds is definitely considered big."

"Aqin, you're lucky. I heard that Zhanghong sashimi tastes good. Why don't you give me this one and I'll keep it to try?" Mr. Ye said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Zhao Qin thought and smiled. The current price of this fish is about two thousand, which he can afford.

And I didn’t pay for the boat ticket this time, so I just donated the fish for everyone to try.

"Mr. Ye, I haven't tasted it either, but I can't bear to give it to you in exchange."

"Oh, you want to keep it for yourself, right? Just pretend I didn't say anything." Mr. Ye didn't expect Zhao Qin to refuse, and felt a little hot on his face.

Zhao Qin didn't explain anything more. After seeing Mr. Ye leave, he whispered to Awang, "Awang, put this fish in the canteen and let them process it. This is my hand, and the cost is mine." .”

"Why don't you eat this one of mine."

"Eat mine and let them make more recipes. The fish will be big enough."

Awang didn't refuse anymore and left holding Zhao Qin's fish in his arms.

Zhao Qin hung up the bait again and started fishing. Now it seemed that he had entered the peak period of catching fish. There was the buzzing sound of the electric winch everywhere and the gasping sound of the fish being caught in waves.

After a while, Awang came back and he actually brought his boat pole over, "I won't wait in line anymore. I'll fish with you."

"Hang the whole bait. If the water is deep to catch big fish, your bait should be larger." Seeing that Awang was about to cut the fish larvae again, Zhao Qin reminded him to hang the whole bait.

As a result, Zhao Qin caught another fish before Awang's fishhook entered the water.

Because he was the only one fishing at the bottom, he seemed a bit different. In addition, he had caught enough fish before, and he was obviously the star of the entire boat. His every move attracted attention.

Seeing him start to reel in the line again, and the tip of the pole was pulled straight towards the sea, people nearby exclaimed from time to time.

"Damn it, bottom fishing is more reliable than wave climbing. That guy caught a fish again."

"It's strange. In the past, when we were fishing on waves, due to the current, there were almost no fish openings when fishing at the bottom. What's the situation today?"

This is not nonsense. The prerequisite for drift fishing is that there must be a flow, and the flow cannot be small. If the flow is too big, it will not be very friendly to bottom fishing, and the mouth will often be poor.

This rod made him feel the feeling of fishing for the two hundred kilogram dragon fish again, and it even felt more powerful than that fish. The electric winch had almost no effect, and it just kept pulling out the line.

After watching for less than ten seconds, the coil was pulled out nearly 200 meters, and he became worried.

"Awang, help me water the water."

Awang agreed, put his pole on the fishing platform, took a bottle, and poured water on the electric winch. Zhao Qin asked for a pair of gloves from the boatman next to him and put them on, and began to pull the line hard.

I wanted to use my own strength to help recover some money with the electric winch, but the fish underneath exerted force again. Even though I was wearing gloves, the pulled line still hurt my hands.

Fortunately this time, I only pulled out about 100 meters of line and stopped, but maybe because the fish was too big, the electric winch still couldn't take in the line properly.

Just when Zhao Qin was about to start pulling the line again, the old cat came over at some point and said, "Ah Qin, the fish is too big, the electric glue is useless, please switch to hand cranking."

Zhao Qin nodded and started to crank the hand. He was finally able to retract a little thread, although he was very tired.

"Aqin, I'm coming."

"it is good."

Zhao Qin got out of the way for a while and switched to Awang to collect. As soon as he took over the fish, he used force to pull a section of the line again, and then Awang was like a small electric motor.

Put up your posture and start to close the line crazily.

He was shorter than Zhao Qin, but he looked stronger. He only lasted a few minutes before losing strength.

"Aqin, how about I pull a few fish?" Qian Kun came closer at some point. He felt his hands were itchy, but he was afraid that it would be bad if the fish ran away from his hands.

"Okay, sorry to bother you, Mr. Qian, you can play whatever you want."

Zhao Qin was still eager for someone to help. As for decoupling or tangent, he still had confidence in Tongzi.

Qian Kun didn't hold on for long. Just as Zhao Qin was about to change hands, a man in his thirties who was crawling next to him put down the pole and said, "Brother, can I try it out?"

"That's great."

After a while, Mr. Ye and Mr. Liu came, and everyone rushed to experience the feeling of pulling in a big fish. Even Pan Wen came to give it a try.

The old cat's release fishing call lasted for a long time before anyone came over to fish.

Zhao Qin had never thought that a fish could be so powerful and have such a long endurance. Several people around him helped to pull it a few times, and those who were interested came closer to try it out.

Anyway, Zhao Qin doesn't refuse anyone who comes, as long as he is willing to get started, he agrees.

Everyone was quite happy and praised him for his generosity, but they didn't know that what he was looking forward to was the free labor. After all, he could see that he and Awang alone couldn't pull this fish in.

This fish kept glancing at it for an hour. Every time it felt like it was about to run out of strength, it would try again.

It took several people more than ten minutes to pull up the thread, but it was not enough for it to pull out at once.

"Aqin, this force is a bit like a big golden gun. If it keeps pushing out like this, it's okay, but I'm afraid it will suddenly turn around and get under the boat." The old cat appeared again and gave a warning based on experience.

Zhao Qin was sweating all over his cheeks at this moment. Damn it, with this fish, three bowls of rice were wasted.

In the end, even a few boatmen had to help. Zhao Qin was so tired that he didn't even want to pull the fish anymore. He thought of simply hanging the fish on the hook, eating and sleeping before dealing with it. Of course, this could only be done. Maybe it's just a thought.

After a full hour and a half, the fish seemed to have accepted its fate and floated on the sea. The moment they saw the fish, everyone on the boat was shocked.

"Such a big tuna?"

"Is it a yellowfin?"

"It's definitely not Yanzi at such a big age."

"This kid's luck is incredible."

"Everyone, give way. Let's get the fish up first." Old Mao led a few boatmen to persuade everyone to move away.