Affected by the wind and waves, Yang Zi's fish situation today is not very optimistic.

It's not that there are no fish biting the hook, but the problem is that except for the kind of two stunned people with a heavy bite, even if other fish eat bait, it is difficult for everyone to find it.

More often than not, they waited for a long time without moving, and when they picked up the rod, they found that the bait on the hook had already been gnawed.

"Grandma's! Again, Lao Tzu doesn't fish with hand rods.

Yang Zi, you keep playing, I can't stand it, is this fishing or feeding the fish?

Did you bring that lure pole with you today? I'm going to try a new trick. ”

Seeing that an empty hook was pulled up again, Qian Gang, who had already lost his temper, finally didn't plan to continue playing like this.

Maybe yesterday I saw Deng Gang throwing Lu Ya around, and he thought it was very handsome, he put away the hand rod, and asked Yang Zi for the Lu Ya fishing rod.

"Haha! I brought it, it's in the rod bag, you can get it yourself.

But this kind of pole has to be skillful, pay more attention when you throw it, don't blow up the line.

Otherwise, you will cry if you clear the line. ”

Looking at Qian Gang, who looked depressed, Yang Zi replied to the other party with a chuckle, and by the way, he also talked about some precautions.

Qian Gang didn't know if he had listened or not, so he ran into the awning and began to rummage through the fishing gear.

He is still quite proficient in throwing rods, so after getting the lure rod in his hands, he fiddled with it a little, and he quickly became familiar with the operation method.

Hanging the fake bait recommended by Yang Zi to him, Qian Gang walked to the shore very ambitiously and began to try to throw up the lure rod.

Anglers who are new to Lua should know that it is difficult to control the direction and strength of this thing at the beginning, and Qian Gang is naturally no exception.

He stood on the previous fishing position and looked at the water in the distance, raised his rod and tried to throw the fishing rig over, but due to the excessive force, the first rod was directly blown up.

"Ahh

Looking at the ball of fishing line wrapped in the reel, Qian Gang complained to Yang Zi a little numbly.

"You're throwing, Lua needs to use it, you have to use skill, you know?

Forget it, you better sort out the fishing line for me first, and I'll teach you how to throw a few rods later.

As long as you find a feeling, it is relatively easy to practice. ”

Hearing Qian Gang's complaint, Yang Zi, who was stealing joy, hurriedly became a guide.

He had suffered a lot from this lure at the beginning, and now it is good to let the other party feel it.

Seeing Yang Zi say this, Qian Gang could only sit down on the fishing position with a depressed face, and honestly cleaned up the messy fishing line.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that he finally cleaned up the fishing line.

Qian Gang, who was afraid of continuing to blow up the line, hurriedly beckoned Yang Zi to be his coach.

The two had a simple teaching on the side, Qian Gang finally grasped some points of not getting entangled, he happily took the fishing rod and shook it a few times, and seemed to be very satisfied with his progress.

Seeing that the other party was playing happily, Yang Zi also returned to his fishing position to fish, and did not care about him anymore.

It's just that he had just sat down for less than two minutes, when he saw an object suddenly fly over, fly along the top of his head, and accurately hit Deng Gang who was sitting on his left side.

Yang Zi looked at it fixedly, didn't it fly over just now, wasn't it the fake bait hanging on the lure rod?

At this time, the fake bait with sequins was hanging on Deng Gang's collar impartially, and because the hook just passed through the clothes, the other party pulled it several times and failed to take it off.

"Poof! Qian Gang, you really don't have a hit rate.

Haha! Lao Deng is separated by two fishing positions, but he still can't avoid your deadly tracking hook. ”

Yang Zi looked at Deng Gang with great sympathy, and Deng Gang, who was looking sad and angry, couldn't help laughing in the end.

"Hey, that, old Deng! I'm sorry, it was just an accident.

Just now it was because the wind was too strong, and it blew over, but in fact, my lure skills are quite good. ”

Qian Gang smiled, put the rod aside a little embarrassed, and hurriedly ran over to pick up the hook for Deng Gang.

"Hehe! Qian Gang, if you don't brag, we can actually be friends.

After all, you're just playing Lua, so I don't blame you.

But can I trouble you to go to the surface of the water a little bit on the side and practice?

If you get caught up in the trolling rod and cause me to run away, I'm not done with you. ”

Angrily despised Qian Gang, after Deng Gang got rid of the fish hook, he hurriedly re-selected a position for the other party, and then sent him to the side to practice alone.

At this time, the water surface has become difficult to see clearly as the wind and waves increase.

Yang Zi and Deng Gang continued to hold on for a long time, and finally reluctantly put away their hand rods.

They went back to the canopy and put their things away, and then lowered the height of the canopy to a minimum, and after reinforcing it a little, they began to look at the clouds that were approaching in the distance, and frowned very depressedly.

"Brother Yang, there shouldn't be a storm later, right?

In that case, why don't we ask the boatman to come and pick it up?

lest the wind be too strong and blow away our sheds. ”

Looking at the not very friendly weather, Qiaoqiao was a little worried and said to Yang Zi.

"It's not like a storm, but a heavy rain is inevitable.

Let's all pack up our things, and be careful that we get wet.

It's the rainy season here in Thailand, so there is a lot of rain, but the duration of this rain is generally short.

As long as you survive it, the best time to fish after the rain is over. ”

Yang Zi replied to Qiaoqiao, and then reminded everyone again, and then began to call Deng Gang, and the two began to nail the fixed stakes around the shed.

"Yang Zi, Lao Deng, come and see, I caught a king bastard.

And it's the Super King Eight, the legendary King Eight Kings!

Don't toss around that shed there, come and help the handle. ”

Yang Zi and the others were busy here, and Qian Gang, who was practicing on the water behind him, suddenly began to shout again.

I saw that the lure fishing rod he was holding at this time had been pulled into a big bow by something, and the whole person kept moving on the shore, as if he had really caught something terrible.

"Qian Gang, what did you just say, the eight kings, is it something in the water?"

Walking over at a trot, Yang Zi looked at the water and asked about Qian Gang's situation.

"Wang Ba! What a big Wang Ba, that is, a soft-shelled turtle.

But this is only a big man, I haven't seen the whole picture yet, at least a few dozen pounds can't run.

And you see that this strength is not much smaller than those big fish weighing hundreds of pounds.

I've been letting it swim because I'm afraid I'll run away if the line is broken. ”

Qian Gang, who looked excited, was already a little incoherent when he was excited.

While carefully controlling the fishing rod in his hand, he quickly talked to Yang Zi about the situation at the scene.