"Hey, young man, young man, these are not edible snails, you can't eat them!"
Just as Chu Mingcheng was collecting Fushouluo snails, an old man wearing a bamboo hat hurried over to stop him.
"Sir, I am not picking these up to eat, I am going to use them for bait."
Unable to explain the collection of Fushouluo snails for life conversion, Chu Mingcheng had to tell a white lie.
As for using the flesh of Fushouluo for fishing?
He wouldn't do such a thing, those creatures have too many parasites. If the fish swallowed it, should he sell the fish or not?
Just thinking about it made him feel queasy.
"Fishing, huh!" The old man was relieved to hear that it wasn't for eating and nodded without further concern.
Chu Mingcheng continued picking. Although the Fushouluo snails weren't dense on the irrigation channel, the area here was large enough that he ended up filling two bags by the time he walked from one end to the other.
