The process was tortuous, but the result was perfect.

The above statement, Song Yong thinks it can be said to be a perfect embodiment of this fishing operation in the waters farther away from the shore of the lake with a bamboo raft.

Or, to put it more accurately:

There is such a small thing as seasickness and vomiting, in fact, vomiting, vomiting, vomiting a few times to get used to it.

After the bamboo raft was launched, less than two hours later, Song Yong used a little skillful movement to prop up the bamboo raft and returned to the shore with a catch of about 500 catties.

In less than two hours, Song Yong practiced holding the bamboo raft for half an hour.

And these useless guys, who have been spending more time spitting and spitting, and the actual time spent fishing is half an hour.

But in this half hour, they used two fishing nets to complete more harvests than in the morning, and after five fishing nets were kept being lowered.

Therefore, as long as this new method of fishing is used, the gray rabbit tribe will not have to worry about eating fish for a long time.

The crowd on the bamboo raft jumped onto the shore of the lake.

As soon as the soles of the feet of Taku and the others stepped on the hard ground, they immediately felt like they were drunk, and they all collapsed on the ground uselessly, looking quite weak.

"Isn't it just a bamboo raft for a while?"

Song Yong, who also stepped off the big bamboo raft, made such a contemptuous voice in his mouth in front of these weak-looking guys.

Suddenly, I found that the position behind me was a little sticky, not so comfortable.

When he touched his back with his backhand, he found that he didn't know when it was, and a large piece of sweat was wet.

He thought it was better to keep his mouth shut, and the stupid boss should stop laughing at the stupid dick......

After resting for a while, Song Yong felt that he had eased up, and said to Tuo, who was still sitting on the ground:

"Okay, don't grind here, it's like you're being helped by something, hurry up and pull the big bamboo raft ashore and turn it over, so that I can see what has become of the big bamboo raft underneath?"

issued such an order, Song Yong also had his own considerations.

He intends to make a specific assessment of how long all kinds of primitive bamboo rafts and boats can survive in the waters of primitive times.

If the situation is optimistic, then the rivers of these waters will be gradually used in the future.

In the primitive era when there were no roads, what other mode of transportation was more time-saving and labor-saving than water?

So, Tuo a group of people could only cheer up, docked the big bamboo raft on the shore of the lake, and then pulled it ashore together, and then overturned it with great effort.

It's okay not to look at it, but after looking at the situation at the bottom of the bamboo raft, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

I saw that the bottom of the big bamboo raft, which was originally round and smooth, was now gnawed by the sharp teeth of those sharp black fish, and it was as ugly as a dog's gnaw.

That is, this large bamboo raft is composed of many sealed bamboo joints, and the impact is not too great after being bitten in many places.

Otherwise, when the catch loaded with hundreds of catties just now returned, the big bamboo raft might be about to sink.

But even so, Song Yong estimated that such a Zanxin bamboo raft would be able to barely use it for half a day in such dangerous waters after it was launched.

As for things like rubber boats and sheepskin rafts thrown into the lake, they can be bitten in a matter of minutes.

After seeing this, Song Yong still had the heart to continue to let these guys ink, and hurriedly took advantage of the fact that the big bamboo raft was still usable, and it was only right to seize the time to catch fish twice.

However, after all, the human heart is still flesh and blood.

When he looked at Tuo and the others, who were sitting on the ground at the moment, with a weak little appearance, Song Yong still couldn't say anything to let them hurry up and get on the bamboo raft.

But after turning his head and looking around, Song Yong had a new idea.

He looked at Ao, that is, at noon, when he was eating, he dared to say 'hehe~' to him, and he couldn't help but order:

"Ao, you didn't get on the raft just now, and now it's your turn. ”

"Believe me! Actually, it's quite fun to dangle around on it, don't pretend to be dead for a few of you, hurry up and chop more bamboo, so that you can use it to tie up the bamboo raft in the future." ”

After finishing speaking, Song Yong even smiled kindly at Ao with eight teeth.

It's a pity that in Brother Yong's rare kind smile, Ao, who was originally smiling and watching a good show, was very bad on the spot.

As for the goods that were Tuo, as soon as they heard this, they immediately came to their senses.

All at once they jumped up from the ground, took the sapper shovels used to cut the bamboo, and rushed towards the bamboo forest in the distance.

The appearance of the dragon and the tiger, where can you still see the slightest weakness.

When they saw that the sun was about to set, everyone in the fishing team finally ended this scene, which made them a little frightened by the fishing operation.

Before leaving, Song Yong once again asked people to pull the big bamboo raft to the shore and take a look at the bottom of the bamboo raft.

Sure enough, as he expected, after being plagued by the sharp-toothed big black fish again, the bottom of the bamboo raft was gnawed by them even more unsightly.

Even on the last trip back to shore from the lake with the catch.

At that time, Song Yong already felt the cold feeling after the lake flooded his feet and wet his shoes and socks.

It seems that this big bamboo raft has no other role than to be burned as firewood in the future.

"Let's go, let's go home! I won't come to tomorrow's fishing operation, you take them with you, and continue fishing in this way; remember that a bamboo raft can only be used for half a day, and you must pay attention to hurry up and change to a new bamboo raft. ”

Before returning, Song Yong instructed Tuo so carefully.

And Tuo looked at the abundant catch that he had never harvested in the past few months, and simply agreed:

"It's okay, Brother Yong, you can put a hundred hearts! From today until winter comes, we promise to provide enough fish for the tribe. ”

The reason why he was able to answer so simply was the same as Song Yong expected.

After vomiting several times, Tuo made the last trip in the afternoon with a tragic mood, and after stepping on the bamboo raft, he was actually a little used to the feeling of swaying on the bamboo raft.

Although the face of the object was still very ugly during the whole process, at least it did not spit out again.

After the explanation, everyone in the fishing team carried a full rattan basket on their backs, and walked in the direction of the village with a sense of happiness and harvest that was full of happiness.

After walking far away, Song Yong couldn't help but glance back.

Under the light of the setting sun, the sparkling water surface looks like a photoshopped tabletop, and it looks so beautiful and moving.

Looking at the end of the big lake, where the shore of the lake could not be seen at all, Song Yong's heart swelled with indescribable pride for a while.

It may not have been possible for him to reach a little farther water with the simple bamboo rafts of the present, but he believed that there would always be a point when the iron boats he had led the men to build would be able to crisscross the waters.

You can go to the other side of the lake and see where it leads.

Of course, before this, Song Yong needs to go back to make sure that the quartz stones necessary to make refractory bricks have been successfully knocked into a powder state.