There was a rustling sound coming from the shore. The villagers seemed to be carrying some tools with them, but I couldn't see clearly what they were before. Now, looking at the items they took out, I can be sure -
That was a special fishing net.
The net seemed to be made of silver threads, but it was extremely soft and tougher than those ropes that were specially soaked. Under the moonlight, it reflected an extremely dazzling light.
When unfolding it, you can find that it is extremely flexible. The silk threads will occasionally tangle and collide with each other, making a sound similar to that of metal collision and then quickly slide apart.
This special net looks very small when folded, but it is quite thick, so it can be carried with you at all times.
But when the villagers silently stepped back and unfolded it, they discovered that it was actually quite huge, even blocking out the sky and the sun.
Several fishermen pinched its edges and stepped back.
The net was slowly extended like a piece of silk - finally, they almost reached the edge of the river, their feet on the wet ground, and if they took one more step back, they would fall into the calm, surging riverbed.
Only at this moment did I seem to have gotten a glimpse of its full picture.
More villagers came forward and pressed the edges of the net, as if they didn't care at all about the sharp metal edges cutting their hands.
Although they held fishing nets in their hands, their eyes were still fixed on the lake.
The eyes full of desire were so similar to those of the players who were caught up in the game. Their eyes were fixed on him, and their Adam's apples rolled slightly. Just a little detail revealed their unspeakable desire.
None of them moved further.
Until Old Li, who was standing at the front, kneeling on the ground devoutly and kissing the river with his whole body prostrated, spoke.
"Put down the net—"
With a faint shout, the metal net was sunk into the river.
"Fishing!" he said.
The silver fishing net was swallowed by the river water. It seemed that because of its special material, the movement of lowering the net seemed very slow.
And because it is in the river, the terrain is not suitable for such fishing nets.
The villagers who were holding the edge of the fishing net even spent a long time adjusting it before they could completely immerse it in the river bottom.
The villagers also went into the water.
The cold river water washed over their legs. They did not roll up their pants. Their clothes were soaked through, but they did not seem to care at all.
He just stood steadily on the muddy water, watching the silver fishing nets begin to fish.
Normally, a net that falls so slowly will definitely not catch any fish.
But the transparent fish in the lake seemed to have been made stupid by such a comfortable environment. Instead of hiding, they stupidly drilled into the fishing nets.
As soon as it touched the silver threads, it seemed to be stuck to them and did not swim, but its fins were swaying slightly.
Everywhere you look, all the fish you can catch are caught in the net.
Old Li, who was kneeling by the river, gave instructions again. He stood up and asked other villagers to put away the nets.