If it was underground, he had also specifically checked it at the beginning. The MC's judgment seemed to be that if it rained and there was no cover on the top of the float, the probability of catching fish could be increased.
Besides, fishing underground has no soul!
"Line, there are still some left at home. How much does Brother Bai need?"
"Well, if you can, bring me a ball of line. I'll try to make a fishing rod. If I catch a fish, I'll treat you to a fish!"
"Okay! But Brother Bai, all the rivers nearby have dried up. Where are you going to fish?"
"Hehe, it was hard to say before, but now." Bai Li glanced at the iron bucket in his backpack and smiled confidently: "Even if he doesn't have any fish, I can catch it!"
After saying goodbye to Bai Li, Liu Er couldn't suppress his excitement and ran all the way, eager to go home and tell his father the good news.
He wanted to proudly tell his father that he had found a way to cure his mother!
"Great, I knew it!" Liu Er smiled foolishly and returned to the village.
When he saw his father holding a stick, standing at the village gate with a gloomy face, and his sister crying and pulling his father's hand holding the stick, looking up and begging, his heart thumped and he shrank behind the tree.
Obviously, looking at this situation, he was afraid that his secret search for Brother Bai would be exposed!
It's okay, as long as I explain to my father that I have found a way to cure my mother, he will be happy.
But the stick is so thin, it's probably the thinnest one in the family. Dad seems to be serious this time.
Liu Er swallowed his saliva and touched the tree trunk with the sweat on his palm.
After a while, when my father looked at me, before he hit me, I shouted that I found a way to save my mother.
After making all preparations, Liu Er took a deep breath. He ran towards the village gate.
"Dad, I'll find..."
"Liu Er! You dare to come back!!!"
Liu Er shouted quickly, but someone was faster than him.
Before Liu Er finished shouting, Liu Da rushed in front of him, picked up the thin stick in his hand and hit his thigh hard.
"Ah!"
"You're grown up now, your wings are strong, you can even ignore my words, right!"
"Did I tell you not to go there, don't go there, you son of a bitch, you insist on being stubborn with your father, right?"
"Dad, I found..." Liu Er covered his thigh in pain and explained hurriedly.
"Shut up!" Liu Da shouted, his eyes red, interrupting Liu Er, the stick in his hand made a sound of breaking wind, hitting Liu Er's thigh again and again, first white, then a bright red mark.
"If it weren't for your second uncle, I wouldn't know that you son of a bitch ran in that direction every day!"
"If you make a mistake, how can I explain to your mother? The doctor said that my sister's illness can't be rushed! What are you doing?"
Listening to Liu Da's scolding beside him, Liu Er knew that as long as he gave in, admitted his mistakes, and shouted a few times, his father would only hit him a few times and then stop.
Maybe he would buy him some food the next day.
But this time is different!
Why? I found a way to save my mother. I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I be beaten? Why don't you listen to me?
Liu Er felt extremely aggrieved. Two lines of tears flowed down his face. He stopped talking and didn't want to explain himself. He just let the stick fall down, heavier each time.
"Dad! Stop beating me. I know I was wrong. Please, Dad!" Liu Ye pulled Liu Da's hand, but it didn't work. He stood in front of Liu Er, spread his hands, and shouted desperately: "Dad!"