Maier opened a small shop to sell bait, which was less effective than normal merchants, but the original fishing village was better, and naturally, the price was more expensive than the original fishing village. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It just makes up for a market level, does not break the balance of prices, and may have some impact on the people engaged in the bait business in the original fishing village, but it is extremely limited, and it has not yet caused contradictions.

And just like that, a new, humble bait shop survived here.

Mel's neighbor was an old fisherman, childless, who spent a lot of time in the sea in his youth, and when he was old, he did not admit defeat, and went to sea several times.

Of course, that was a few years ago, and the old fisherman now has no physical strength and no heart.

According to the old fisherman, the last plan to go to sea hurt him too deeply.

This was also the last time the old fisherman planned to go to sea, and he was carrying out the last battle in his life, hoping that nothing more than to be able to catch a big fish, a valuable fish, to be able to spend the rest of his life.

So that time the old fisherman sold a lot of things, and planned to spend all his money and buy a brand new boat, with the best fishing lines, nets and bait.

I drifted for a whole month, spending days and nights in the sea, but fate did not seem to favor the old fisherman, and all I caught were some small fish that were not very valuable.

Gradually, the old fisherman's physical strength began to run out, and his patience began to run out.

There was a moment when the old fisherman even had the idea of returning to the fishing village with an empty boat, but thinking that he had been preparing for so long and preparing so much, but he ushered in such a result, he was unwilling, very unwilling.

And the possible gaze in the fishing village made the old fisherman stop this thought.

Because unlike ordinary people, the old fisherman has lived in the fishing village for a long time, and there is hardly anyone in the fishing village who does not know the old fisherman except for the newcomers.

The old fisherman has made this place his home.

Therefore, losing face in front of a group of "fathers and villagers" is unbearable for the old fisherman.

The old fisherman swore that if he didn't catch a big fish, he wouldn't go back and die in the sea.

Perhaps the god felt the old fisherman's will, and when the old fisherman's physical strength was about to come to an end, a big fish hit the old fisherman's net.

A big fish that is very beautiful and valuable.

Although the old fisherman was exhausted, the arrival of the big fish made the old fisherman excited at once, and the spearguns, fishing lines, and fishing nets suddenly restrained the big fish.

The big fish struggled with all his strength, but after all, he could not defeat the stubborn old fisherman.

In this battle between man and fish, the old fisherman defeated the strong fish.

When the victory did not completely restore the old fisherman's strength, after the initial excitement, the old fisherman became even more exhausted after subduing the big fish.

But the old fisherman was not afraid, because he had caught the big fish and could start to sail back.

The old fisherman adjusted the direction of his voyage and prepared to return home.

The effect of God's blessing seems to be still there, and the first two days were smooth, with strong winds, and a long voyage in one day, and it seems that it will not be long before I will be able to return to the fishing village and receive the admiration and praise of the people of the fishing village.

But the old fisherman's luck seemed to have vanished after two days.

The big fish struggled one last time, hitting the oars, causing injuries to its body and a hole in the water, along which blood flowed into the water.

The smell of blood began to waft through the sea.

The smell of blood soon attracted another fisherman, the ocean's apex predator, who had almost all of the sea creatures on their menus.

This ferocious creature comes with the smell of blood.

During the night, without the old fisherman noticing, the predators attacked the big fish in the nets, and they easily broke the nets.

Then, their sharp teeth fell on the big fish, and each bite was a large piece of flesh.

This feast attracts more predators.

At last the old fisherman noticed that something was wrong, and he picked up his oars and confronted the damned thieves, his cloudy eyes and weak arms often hitting the predator's vital point.

But by this time it was too late.

By the time all the predators had been driven away by the old fisherman, and the big fish had been almost torn apart, the old fisherman was careful to guard the oars until the last moment.

After approaching the shore and pulling the net onto the shore, the old fisherman found that the big fish had been eaten nearly eighty percent, leaving only one head.

The last and biggest battle in his life was won by thieves, but unfortunately he was stolen by thieves when he returned with the fruits of victory.

In despair, the old fisherman returned to the room with the head of the fish, and for a whole month, he did nothing, said nothing, and seemed to have lost his soul.

There are people who know each other and are sympathetic, and they will send some food to the old fisherman to help him get through this difficult time.

Finally, the old fisherman recovered.

Of course, it's just that I've recovered some and been able to live a normal life, and once I lose some spiritual things, I can't get them back, but maybe there are other things.

Maier sighed with emotion.

It's a story of strength and sadness.

When the bait for sale in the morning had passed, and there were no more customers, Maier went into the hut, took out a pen and paper, and wrote four small words on the page.

"The Old Man and the Sea!".

This is one of the works of the famous writer Hemingway, and it is also Hemingway's own best work, describing the experiences of the fisherman and the old fisherman to a great extent.

It's all tough guys.

Of course, there are still some differences, the humanistic background, the natural background, and the personalities between the two fishermen are actually different, and the stories written should also be a little different.

Maier was not going to copy the original text, but wanted to write a story of his own, a story of his own.

After all, the time that Mel has accumulated is not short, and he is not bothered by money at this time, so it will be much more reassuring to write a story.

Maybe it's not as good as the original, but it's its own story.

It's also the story of an old fisherman.

Mel was going to finish the story and show it to the old fisherman, but probably the old fisherman's luck was really bad, and on the night when Mel left his last word, the old fisherman returned to the arms of God.

Maier looked at the old fisherman's closed eyes, not a serene face, shook his head, sighed, and received the manuscript paper in his hand behind his back.