The fishing season brought more and more people to the wharf, where anglers fished and net casters spread their nets, creating a lively scene.
Zhao Jun could only net the small mackerel that swam in the upper layer; they weren't very large, each measuring roughly fifteen centimeters.
Chu Mingcheng fished for the bigger mackerel in the deeper waters, which were also plentiful, but every single one was over twenty-five centimeters with large, fat bellies.
Within just twenty or so minutes, he had already caught nineteen, nearly one every minute. The fish were biting incredibly fast.
There was still at least forty or fifty minutes left before the sun would completely set, and the schools of mackerel weren't going to leave during this time.
This meant that if his luck held and he kept getting continuous bites, he could reel in at least thirty kilograms.
