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Chapter 525 Clever Fishing Techniques! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
My body is really getting weak.

It's not a long distance from Nanluoguxiang to Beihai Park.

Wu Aiguo was still walking with weak limbs, and his back was covered in cold sweat. He also had an irregularly shaped long stick in his hand.

Perhaps it's precisely because it's not perfectly straight that it hasn't become a weapon in the hands of a little kid, wreaking havoc on the surrounding flowers and plants.

Upon arrival, a refreshing mist hit me, instantly making me feel much better.

If he weren't so weak, he would have loved to dive right into the water and catch a few fish to fill the void in his stomach.

Having spent many years by the sea in my previous life, I had long since developed excellent swimming skills.

While I may not have the skill to fight sharks in the ocean, I certainly have the ability to catch fish.

At midday, with the sun blazing, there weren't many people fishing here.

These days, everyone is lacking in food, and whenever they have a spare moment, they stay at home to avoid hunger coming too soon.

After wandering around the shore for a while, I found a big, leafy tree, cleaned up the ground under my feet, and plopped down to do something.

He held an irregularly shaped long wooden stick and slowly paddled it into the water.

If a skilled martial artist with a keen eye were to see this, they would surely exclaim in surprise.
Don't be fooled by Wu Aiguo's seemingly irrational actions; there's a lot of strategy behind them. Only those who have cultivated their martial arts to a certain level and achieved a certain level of control over their strength can discern even a slight clue.

He lived to be 108 years old in his previous life, and that wasn't for nothing.

By the time he was able to set aside his specific affairs and free up his time, he had spent at least sixty years figuring out how to improve his martial arts skills.

His traditional martial arts skills had long since reached an extraordinary level.

They are also adept at using force.

Currently, they are still in the stage of getting familiar with their bodies, and their physical foundation is quite poor, but they can still use the most basic methods.

"Hey, aren't you Patriot from the Wu family next door?"

Just then, a surprised voice suddenly came from the side: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, it's Teacher Yan! I'm just slacking off here!"

When Wu Aiguo took a look, he realized that it was the cultured man from the neighboring courtyard number 95, also known as Uncle Yan Bugui.

They're neighbors, after all; they see each other all the time, so they must know each other.

If it were the original owner of this body, she would definitely feel a little guilty upon seeing Yan Bugui.

The teenagers of this era are very naive and naturally fearful of their teachers.

"Are you so desperate for fish that you've gone mad?"

Yan Bugui brandished the bamboo fishing rod in his hand and said proudly, "When it comes to fishing, you have to look at this!"

After saying that, she seemed afraid that Wu Aiguo's foolishness would be contagious to her. She had originally wanted to sit in the shade of a tree, but that spot was already taken.

He simply found a scorching hot stone block, put on a straw hat, and stood at least ten meters away from Wu Aiguo.

Damn, they're being rejected!
Wu Aiguo found it amusing; Yan Bugui was quite interesting when he wasn't at school, but of course, he couldn't talk about money with this old man.

He ignored it and continued to stroke the wooden stick in his hand, slowly feeling the changes in the force of the stick and the ripples of the water flow.

Fortunately, the commotion was not significant and did not affect Yan Bugui, who was only ten meters away. Otherwise, if the old man had failed to catch any fish, he would definitely have blamed Wu Aiguo.

There has been no large-scale fishing in Beihai for many years.

Indeed, there were plenty of fish in the water, including large ones weighing tens or even hundreds of kilograms.

However, this place is frequented by a large number of anglers, who have become quite adept at catching fish, making it extremely difficult to catch a big one.

Before long, more than a dozen anglers appeared around. These days, everyone was short of meat. Although fish tasted a bit fishy, ​​it was still meat. If you didn't want to eat it, you could sell it to the purchasing station.

Three cents a pound of fish is quite a lot.

If you go to the pigeon market, the price can easily increase several times.

These fishermen, like Yan Bugui, all kept their distance from Wu Aiguo; anyone who didn't know better would think he was a plague god.

After someone caught a few inconspicuous whitebait, they looked at Wu Aiguo with smug eyes.

Yan Bugui was lucky; he caught a grass carp weighing half a pound and was overjoyed.

Looking at Wu Aiguo, who was still there, foolishly waving the irregular wooden stick in his hand, trying to catch fish, he couldn't help but remind him: "Aiguo, it's no use doing that. The fish in Beihai aren't that stupid!"

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Wu Aiguo laughed heartily; he had been sitting under the shade of the tree for over an hour.

In other words, his martial arts level was high, and while swinging the wooden stick, he was also constantly exercising the muscles and tendons of his arms, which prevented his muscles from feeling sore and weak. However, he began to feel noticeably hungry.

But by this time, he had already figured out the changes in the force of the wooden stick in his hand, as well as the size of the water flow fluctuations that were being fed back.

As soon as he finished speaking, he dipped the wooden stick into the water, and the originally clear water immediately became murky.

With a flick of the wrist, a startled fish stirred the surrounding water, causing the wooden stick to pause slightly.

The next moment, a stick inserted underwater flicked the surface, and a grass carp weighing a pound flew out of the water.

Before the grass carp could fall, Wu Aiguo gently tapped the head of the swaying grass carp with the wooden stick in his hand.

With a splash, the grass carp, which had been stunned, fell into the water and quickly floated to the surface with its eyes rolled back.

The writing was quite extensive, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.

Before the surrounding fishermen could react, Wu Aiguo had already jumped into the shallow water and grabbed the stunned grass carp.

"Aiguo, you've really managed to catch a fish!"

Yan Bugui reacted the fastest, immediately putting down his fishing rod, his eyes shining as he ran over, instinctively reaching out to catch the grass carp.

"No need to trouble Teacher Yan, I can handle it myself!"

Wu Aiguo grabbed the grass carp with one hand and used the other to pull up a few water plants from the water, wrapping them around the grass carp's gills and tying them into a knot.

He originally intended to go straight ashore, but something he accidentally kicked made him pause slightly, and then he casually climbed out of the water and onto the shore.

"Wow, young man, you're amazing! You can even catch fish with just a stick!"

At this moment, other anglers who were nearby also gathered around. When they saw the grass carp weighing over a pound in Wu Aiguo's hand, their faces were filled with shock and envy.

"Haha, luck, luck! I didn't expect to be so lucky today!"

Wu Aiguo chuckled lightly, not wanting to attract too much attention.

"Even if it's just luck, that's still amazing!"

Just then, one of the fishermen who had gathered around suddenly said, "Young man, how about you sell me this grass carp for fifty cents?"

The other anglers were also very interested, but they didn't compete for it. Five cents was enough to buy a grass carp weighing more than a pound.

"Alright, let's settle this with cash and fish!"

Wu Feng agreed without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)