In all fairness, it wasn't the big brother of fishing's fault that he couldn't support himself anymore.
It was really because in his many years as a fisherman, he had never accumulated the experience of having a fish cage completely filled.
At that moment, he looked at Zhang Yanping with a pained expression, "Young man, please hurry and bring up the fish cage, I don't dare to move a muscle!"
He had sat stiffly for several hours without daring to change his position, a torment that only those who had suffered understood.
With such a big catch, with the fish cage so full, he feared that if he relaxed even a little, if he lifted the stool just a bit, all the catch would slip away into the depths of the pond.
Zhang Yanping shivered instantly, placing the stainless steel bowl for carrying steamed buns down on the grass beside him:
