Zimo quickly and vigorously clicked four or five times on his navel, until he vomited the food in his stomach and the river water he drank into his stomach.

Mass after mass of filth floated on the surface of the river, and quickly dispersed, and was swept away without a trace by layers of river waves.

Several people on the side of the boat saw that Zimo deliberately buried himself in the water, and knew that Zimo had begun to enter the formal course of learning to swim.

It turns out that the first step in learning to swim is to enter the water by yourself. Swimming in water, the best of course fish, have you ever seen a fish swimming on the surface? No? That's right, swimming is in the water, not on the surface.

As clumps of filth floated out of the river, several people on the side of the boat could see it.

The sailor hanging on the sail was amazed: "I can actually use river water to clean my stomach and intestines, this kid still has this ability"

Haichuan laughed and said: "Clean your fart, it's too much to drink"

"But I can spit out the water in my stomach in the water, which I believe many people can't do."

The sailor actually knew that Zimo drank too much river water, but he didn't expect Zimo to have the ability to force out the water he drank in his stomach in such an embarrassing situation, so he made a joke.

I think that when I first learned to swim, I drank in the water until my stomach was round, and I almost fainted when I drank, and I was carried onto the deck, and a wine barrel was placed under my stomach. It took three to five days to learn basic doggy planing swimming.

Zimo's stomach was a little hungry when he vomited in the water, but Zimo felt too comfortable, and suddenly there was no water in his stomach to drink, Zimo felt that he couldn't sink even if he wanted to, and the huge buoyancy washed himself out of the water.

Neck, neck again, this time Zimo's neck can actually be exposed to the water.

Although it is an extra inch of exposure, this extra inch of time up and down is enough for Zi Mo Meimei to take a deep breath of air and be full.

After absorbing the air, Zimo rushed into the water again, and shaved more than a dozen times with his hands and feet.

Downstream, the river itself blows Zimo and the boat relatively fast, and the indiscriminate planing makes Zimo swim faster.

Poof, poof, Zimo responded and saw that three or four sailors, holding harpoons, jumped into several different waters.

Fish fluttering? There are fish here? Zimo watched curiously how these dragons in the water fluttered fish in the interval between breathing.

The rivers are surging and flowing endlessly, the resources are very scarce, and a big fish often has to move about ten miles up and down the river in order to eat a bite. Zimo vomited out half of the digested food in his stomach along with the river water.

The fish with an empty stomach soon smelled the food spit out of Zimo's stomach and swam from far away.

Fish swam in all directions, and sailors jumped happily into the river.

When Zimo's mind was spent watching how these sailors fluttered the fish, he forgot himself and instinctively fluttered, but he was not annihilated in the water.

I saw those sailors, holding all kinds of fish-fighting objects, pressed under their chests, just swinging their feet up and down, their heads, chests, and abdomen, like waves.

Zimo was surprised, these sailors didn't use their hands, they swam faster than fish, they swam in the water like shuttle, not affected by any wind and waves at all, and even after the wind and waves were used by them, they were even faster.

The perennial sailor career has long allowed these water dragons to cooperate with each other, coupled with their familiarity with the habits of fish, so that they will soon have a lot of harvest.

There were a few ropes floating in the water on the side of the boat, and several sailors took the caught river fish one after another, grabbed the ropes happily, and got on the boat.

Haichuan sat high on the side of the ship, and shouted to Zimo in the water: "Little brother, you swim slowly, let's go eat first" After speaking, he went down to the deck without waiting for Zimo to react, waved his hand, and disappeared from Zimo's field of vision with a few sailors.

Zimo had just been able to breathe so that he would not sink, and he immediately panicked at the sudden disappearance of protection.

What if I have a leg cramp or something?

'Hey, hey, is there anyone?' Zimo shouted as he stuck his head out.

But there was no one on the empty side of the ship.

Regardless of Zimo's shouting, no half of a person's head emerged from the high side of the ship.

After shouting a few times, there was still no one, Zimo muttered, "It's really a pit, I hope they eat faster, it seems that I have to fight the river alone, otherwise I will feed the fish and the king."

Several sailors finally got on the boat by relying on the tow rope hanging from the side of the boat, and climbed onto the boat by holding on to the tow rope.

Since there is no one to supervise you, you have to find a safer position for yourself, so swim to the vicinity of the tow rope and grab the tow rope of the big ship by yourself in case of failure or emergency, at least there is a glimmer of life.

The huge merchant ship is about 100 meters long, and there are many tow ropes with the same thickness as walnut diameters on both sides of the hull.

Swimming on the towrope on the side of the boat is the range that Zimo has drawn for himself.

Zimo struggled to flutter in fear alone, but fortunately, he was already able to breathe.

After fluttering a few times, Zimo remembered that he saw those sailors fluttering in the water.

Swing up and down with your feet without your hands, and your body shuttles like an earthworm.

Zimo began to learn that kind of swimming method, and it was not difficult to exhale and inhale, but in the water, the body was as hard as a board, and it was difficult to do what they did.

Sometimes the end is very deep, and the feet easily swing from each other, and the swing of the feet accelerates downward. Zimo was frightened, he would never dare to go to the bottom of this endless river, this is not looking for death, what is this?

Zimo hurriedly fluttered, his hands began to plane, and when the body was balanced and the head was up, Zimo's feet began to swing, and the person whirred out of the water.

Zimo in learning, either downward, or just after the snake walk, he poofed again, as if he was standing in the water.

This is so difficult to swim forward? I have been almost spinning in place, if it were not for the river flowing, Zimo would probably have stayed away from the merchant ships and fallen into the river.

The lonely Zimo could only desperately learn how to swim like that, but fortunately he kept swimming by the tow rope on the side of the ship, and he didn't have to worry that if the merchant ship suddenly accelerated away from him, he would get lost in the river.

Half an hour passed, and the tired Zimo finally had a feeling of dissolving the layers of waves, so he grabbed a tow rope in the middle of the hull to rest for a while.

Zimo, who grabbed the tow rope, was very excited, and felt that he had made rapid progress, from not having to drink water, to basically taking advantage of the trend, and using the waves of the current to quickly pass through the water, the speed was much faster than that of a merchant ship. And the sense of security of grabbing the rope shocked Zimo even more strongly, giving Zimo a more solid backing.

After half an hour of practice, the body can swing up and down slightly by the waves.

Zimo looked at the empty side of the ship, and couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, okay! I'm swimming a little longer, and the tow rope in front of the bow is my goal.

Downstream, Zimo almost stabbed in front of the tow rope in front of the bow of the boat. It's almost more than 30 meters away, and I can actually get there in Monza, which is incredible.

Zimo was overjoyed by his tremendous progress.

Now that tow rope at the back of the boat is my goal.

Zimo took a deep breath and stabbed vigorously, in the water, Zimo swam hard, his legs swinging rapidly, and his upper body was like a snake, undulating and moving. 'Hehe, I should have swam over the boat's tow rope.'

Excited, Zimo raised his head out of the water and looked around at the rope, ready to catch it.

The "haha" rope was more than a meter behind him, and he grabbed the tow rope with a slight turnover.

"Haha, ha??" After Zimo grabbed the rope, he was surprised to find that what he was now grabbing was the tow rope at the front of the boat, not the tow rope at the back of the boat.

How hard is it to go against the current?