"With this weather, how can anyone fish?"
Recalling the recent changes at the fish market, Qing gritted her teeth and began to cast her net.
Wuzhe Lake was deep with plenty of big fish, but the Spirit Fish were not necessarily among the large ones; on the contrary, many Spirit Fishes were small in size.
Small fish were difficult to catch, and the larger ones only made it harder; in the end, the fishermen had to dive into the water to grab them.
But with the weather like this, was it really safe to just dive in?
Yet, what choice was there?
The Flying Tiger Gang had their so-called rules, and although they didn't directly force fishermen to sail out at knifepoint, the price of rice and salt kept rising—almost daily—while only the price of fish fell lower and lower each day. Besides the Spirit Fish, no other catches fetched a good price. Fish that used to be bestsellers on a typical day now had to be discarded at low prices.
