"Yong, do you really have a way to get the fish in the lake? I tell you, I've tried a few times before, but unfortunately no matter how accurate the aim is, I can't stab the fish in the water with my spear. ”

"In addition, the fish in the water will bite people, and a large piece of skin and flesh will be bitten off in one bite, and we don't dare to go to the lake~"

In Song Yong's ears, Huang was like an old lady with a broken mouth, babbling and constantly making noise.

Fortunately, at this moment, Song Yong basically put all his thoughts on the things he was busy with, and he didn't take it to heart at all for the constant chatter of the wilderness......

The endless lake in front of Song Yong is said to be called Yanye Lake.

There are very rich fish resources in the lake, and when Song Yong passed by here this morning, he even saw dozens of big fish, jumping out of the water one by one in the lake not too far from the lake's shore.

Due to the distance, Song Yong did not see the species of these fish clearly.

But the weight of each fish weighs more than ten pounds, which makes him very sure.

As long as you get one of these large fatty fish, it means that in the evening time, everyone in the Gray Rabbit tribe will be able to get half a bowl of delicious fish soup.

The premise is: it must be cooked by him Song Yong himself.

Otherwise, God knows what kind of miraculous appearance that pot of fish soup will appear in front of his eyes after passing through the black hands of thistle and other women.

Of course, at this moment, for Song Yong, who has already blown the out, the most important thing is to get the fish up.

After thinking about it, the usual fishing methods of the modern plane were eliminated by Song Yong.

Fishing doesn't seem to work, and even when it's close to the shore, the water is deeper than an adult's head.

Song Yong, who can barely be regarded as a dog planer, doesn't think he has this ability.

Spearfish? I guess it's not very reliable.

Even the local natives who threw stone spears with amazing targets, and Huang and others couldn't do it, Song Yong didn't think that if he ended up, he would be able to get a better result.

Even if he knew in his heart:

Because of the refraction of light and other reasons, people can see that the fish in the water is actually just a phantom, and the location of the real body of the fish is actually a scientific truth in the surrounding area.

But where exactly the fish is and how to distinguish this, Song Yong, who has never forked a fish, knows nothing.

Fishing nets, fishing nets, which are not at all at hand, are naturally even more impossible methods to use.

In the end, after a difficult trade-off, Song Yong found that the only means he could use was the only way to fish, and at this moment, Song Yong was busy with his life.

After his gesture, Big Tooth and the others scattered into the mountains and forests not far away.

In a short time, they returned to the shore one by one, bringing all kinds of materials requested by Song Yong by the way.

Among these materials were slender bamboo poles that had just been broken by brute force, and large bundles of fresh vines that had just been cut by stone knives and still had leaves.

and some sturdy-looking, branches of various trees.

Song Yong first brandished a kitchen knife and cleaned up all the excess branches and leaves of the ten bamboo rods he had selected, so that the ten simple fishing rods of five or six meters long had been made.

Then he looked at several kinds of vines on the ground and began to pick and choose.

In other words, if Song Yong's shoelaces and elastic bands on his pants were long enough, he didn't really mind contributing them to the fish meat and fish soup at night.

But with that limited length, it's really not enough.

In desperation, Song Yong could only entrust the source of the fishing line to various vines in the mountains and forests.

He picked out the thinnest of vines from the pile on the ground, and the vine was about the thickness of his shoelaces.

But in terms of sturdiness, it's actually quite good.

Song Yong, who was at least weak, grabbed the thin vine with both hands and pulled hard, but he couldn't successfully pull it off.

After experimenting with the softness of the vines again, Song Yong muttered:

"Good guy! that's you. ”

It was about noon, and it was the first time in the history of primitive times that artificial fishing began.

Under a willow tree with dense shade on the shore, there are as many as ten bamboo poles, all neatly lined up at a distance of one step.

The thin vines tied a strong knot at the end of the bamboo pole.

In the middle of the vine is a small gourd tied to it, and there is no doubt that these gourds floating on the surface of the water were used as fish floats.

On the other side of the vine, there is a fairly simple fishing hook tied to it.

These hooks made of bamboo forks and wooden thorns pierced and tied are fat earthworms, which are not dead yet, but are still writhing vigorously in the water.

The above three-piece set can be regarded as the original fishing tackle made by Song Yong, all the components.

To be honest, when he threw the hook into the water, he was not sure whether he could catch a fish, mainly because the fishing gear he had at hand was too rudimentary.

In other words, if it were changed to the modern plane, those river fish who had already become ordinary would not bite such a clumsy hook.

As for so far, Song Yong does not have too much confidence in his heart that he can take the bait with an eyeless fish.

That is, I am sure of one thing in my heart: because the big fish in the river have not been fished by such means, and now they are not afraid of people at all......

Holding his breath, Song Yong stared at the small gourds that acted as fish floats on the surface of the lake.

As long as he finds any wind and grass, he will put away the fishing rod as quickly as possible as soon as possible.

The big tooth and a large group of people were far away at the edge of the mountain forest a hundred and ten meters away, and they were now stretching their necks, covering their mouths, and probing their brains to watch the movement here.

There is something about this, but Song Yong strongly demands.

Otherwise, with the babbling character of these goods, wouldn't it be noisy to guard the shore, and I am afraid that no matter how stupid the fish in the river is, they will not take the bait.

The anxious process of waiting for the fish to be hooked, for Song Yong, who is in a hurry, every minute is incomparably long.

As the sun above his head continued to shift towards the west, Song Yong's heart began to suffer from gains and losses, like the fish in the lake, whether they don't like to eat earthworms, such worries kept rising in his heart.

This situation was until a gourd on the surface of the lake suddenly sank a big one.

This must be a big fish that has been hooked, because it was treated as a small gourd that floated and never surfaced after entering the water.

Even the fishing rod, which was crushed by a stone, showed signs of loosening under the pull of the straightened vines.

Seeing this, Song Yong hurriedly squatted down, grabbed the fishing rod with both hands, and tried to pull back hard to pull the big fish in the lake ashore.

The problem is that the fish didn't pull up, but Song Yong was dragged into the lake by the force from his hand.

"Hurry up and help!" After shouting back, Song Yong's legs slammed into the ground.

Even so, it only slowed down a little bit of the speed at which he was dragged into the lake, but fortunately, the big teeth reflected after a short period of sluggishness.

The guys ran over in a puff of smoke, and almost several of them grabbed the bamboo pole at the same time, and then pulled it back hard.

After a soft sound of 'pop~', Song Yong couldn't pull the vines continuously, and they were directly broken into two.

Luckily, the big fish in the lake had been pulled out of the water before the vine was broken, and even though the vine had been broken, it still flew towards the shore with the force of the previous pull.

This is a fish with black scales, a strange fish that Song Yong has never seen before.

When the big black fish was still in mid-air, Song Yong glanced at it by chance, and he clearly saw the sharp teeth like sharp knives in the open mouth of the fish.

In an instant, Song Yong was a little confused, what the hell is this?