Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

Inside the outer room, several people who were engrossed in weaving willow nets stopped at the same time and looked out at the mist rising from the dense raindrops.

"My God!"

Zhang Fengxia stood up and walked to the door, feeling the chill as it swept over her, her voice filled with disbelief.

"Is it really raining?"

Zhao Hongwei slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on his brother-in-law, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Hunting pheasants involves a bit of luck; it's not like nobody in the village has ever caught one.

But judging the timing of events is a truly genuine skill.

"Uncle is amazing! He made it rain as soon as he said he would!" Zhao Qiang looked up, jumping and skipping, his admiration overflowing.

"Fourth brother, how do you know it'll rain?" Zhang Fengxia couldn't help but ask. "I've been farming for years and I've never seen anything like it. There isn't even a cloud in the sky."

Because you don't have a system.

Zhang Wenshan smiled and said, "It's not that there are no clouds, it's just that they are at a height that we can't see."

There wasn't a breath of wind at noon, and it was stuffy. This means that warm, humid air was rising and cold air was sinking.

The combination of these two elements created a stuffy, suffocating heat, not the dry, scorching heat of direct sunlight.

He wasn't just making this up; it's just that ordinary people don't have the experience or the discernment to tell the difference.

Completely confused by his words, Zhao Qiang scratched his head and asked, "Uncle, is there a difference between hot and cold?"

"Of course there are. The muggy heat feels like having a hot towel stuck to your body and you can't breathe, while the dry heat is like being scorched by the sun. You can feel better by hiding in the shade."

Zhang Wenshan tugged at his collar and explained.

"The old saying goes that swallows fly low and snakes cross the road, and that's why. Insects have heavy wings and can't fly, so swallows can only fly low to find food."

"But I didn't see it just now either?" Zhao Qiang tilted his head, trying hard to recall.

"This proverb is about large-scale, stable rainfall, but it becomes inaccurate when extreme convective weather occurs."

"Uncle, you're amazing! I can't understand what you're saying." Zhao Qiang looked up, his admiration growing even stronger.

"You'll understand when you go to school."

"Oh, Grandpa never went to school, so he didn't notice?"

Just as Zhang Wenshan was about to give his nephew a thumbs-up to encourage his studious spirit, he suddenly noticed his older sister blinking repeatedly.

His heart skipped a beat, and he cautiously turned his head away.

Sure enough, my parents were standing at the door of the east room.

"Cough cough cough." Xu Xiulian coughed twice, breaking the silence. "Si'er, what kind of nonsense are you trying to make up?"

Zhang Wenshan, taking advantage of the situation, picked up a willow twig that was over a meter long and as thick as a chopstick, and had already been soaked. He then measured it against the wooden stake a few times.

"Weave them together in an alternating pattern, leaving a gap of about four centimeters in the middle."

"A fence, huh!" Zhang Jianshe saw through the trick and looked disgusted. "All that fancy stuff."

"It's not easy to catch them even if we stop them, is it?" Xu Xiulian asked worriedly. "Toads are nimble and slippery."

"No need to catch them." Zhang Wenshan gestured with his hand. "Arrange them in a V-shape, place the narrow end on the bank, dig a pit and line it with smooth, large leaves, and the toads will jump in and not be able to get out."

As he spoke, he sighed unconsciously.

In my past life, I didn't need to go through all this trouble, going out in the middle of the day to cut willow branches and weave by hand. It would have been all done for just 9.9 yuan with free shipping.

"What, is there a problem?"

Zhang Wenshan noticed that there was suddenly no movement inside the house.

Looking around, he found everyone staring at him intently, as if they were possessed.

"Hey!" Zhang Fengxia was the first to react, clapping her hands loudly. "It's so simple, how come I didn't think of that?"

"As the old saying goes, true knowledge can be conveyed in a single sentence, while false knowledge can fill countless books. Si'er, you've truly met a master."

Xu Xiulian sighed deeply, her eyes instantly reddening, and her voice trembling with emotion.

"Fourth brother, take me to see your master tomorrow." Zhang Jianshe lit his pipe with a snap, his tone resolute and brooking no argument.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Xu Xiulian quickly wiped her eyes and hurriedly agreed.

"The apprenticeship gift should be generous; this is a skill that can help you make a living and have enough to eat."

Zhang Wenshan was a little confused, not expecting his family to react so strongly. It took him a moment to think it over before he realized what was going on.

This is not the internet age, where most things can be answered by typing on a keyboard or asking AI, nor is it like my past life where I could eat rice every meal and find fatty meat too greasy.

Not having enough to eat is the norm.

Their parents had actually eaten tree bark and grass, and witnessed starvation firsthand. For them, a skill that could actually provide food was priceless.

The problem is, where do you find a master out of thin air these days?

He hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "I can't find him. He's gone."

In an instant, all was silent.

"You bastard, I'll beat you to death!" Zhang Jianshe suddenly jumped up and kicked, like a firecracker being lit.

His older sister and mother, who usually protect him, could only shake their heads and sigh this time, and no one stopped him.

The intelligence report said the rain would end at 6 PM, but it actually turned into a light drizzle around 4 PM.

Looking at the willow netting already woven on the ground, Zhang Wenshan could no longer contain himself. He grabbed his tools and was about to head out.

The eldest sister and her husband followed closely behind.

Surprisingly, Zhang Jianshe's father also quietly followed behind.

The four arrived at their destination in less than ten minutes: a gently flowing backwater that Zhang Wenshan had visited at noon.

"I haven't heard any frogs croaking, could there be?" Zhang Fengxia looked around anxiously.

My younger brother can predict rain, and he can even talk about catching frogs in great detail; nine times out of ten, it will come true.

The thought of not having to scrimp and save on food in the fall and being able to have a good meal during the New Year made her nervous.

Zhang Wenshan pointed to several faintly glowing trails of slime on the bank of the stream and said, "See? These are the tracks left by the toads, and they all converge here."

As he spoke, he gestured to the location, preparing to drive the stake in.

The group looked in the direction of the sound, and after searching for a long time, they finally spotted a faint trace.

"How would anyone know if we didn't tell them?" Zhang Fengxia couldn't help but sigh. Seeing her younger brother about to swing the hammer, she hurriedly said, "Let your brother-in-law come."

Zhao Hongwei stepped forward with a simple smile.

Just as Zhang Wenshan was about to decline, his brother-in-law lifted the hammer seemingly lightly, and it slipped from his hand.

"Your brother-in-law is incredibly strong; no one in the village can compare. If it weren't for the fear of passing on his health problems to the children, matchmakers would be wearing down the doorstep."

Zhang Fengxia watched her husband's efficient movements, her eyes and brows filled with a proud smile.

"Fourth brother," Zhang Jianshe, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, his voice low, "You've grown up. Remember your brother-in-law's kindness."

Before Zhang Wenshan could answer, the eldest sister interjected, "Dad, what are you saying? He's good to the fourth son, isn't that only natural?"

Upon hearing this, the father glared at his daughter and was speechless.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhang Wenshan felt a warmth rise in his heart, nodded earnestly, and then he remembered something.

Some people who are mute have problems with their vocal organs, which can be treated surgically.

The state of the family.

Current medical conditions.

Forget it, let's talk about it when we have the opportunity to go to the provincial capital!

Before long, the barrier net was in place.

Zhang Wenshan checked everything inside and out.

The net is 40 centimeters above the water surface, with a firmly fixed bottom. The opening is 70 degrees facing the stream, with the narrow opening on the bank. The pit below is covered with smooth, large leaves.

"Alright, let's dig a pond."

At Zhang Wenshan's command, the crowd once again rushed towards the gravel field.

Before we knew it.

He has gained control of the household.