The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish

A bunch of water friends were advising Fang Hao not to throw away that scrapped radio just yet.

The radio had too many issues, it was just too eerie.

Better to keep it and observe for a while longer.

Who knows, it might suddenly start broadcasting again one day.

Maybe it was worth exploring further.

"Mm, I haven't thrown it away, just keeping it at home for now."

Fang Hao indeed hadn't thrown it away, it was just sitting in a corner of his house.

Just as the water friends had guessed, he too harbored some doubts about that junked radio in his heart.

It seemed better to keep it rather than toss it.

After all, it was just a radio and didn't take up much space.

He lived alone with plenty of room at home, so there was no worry about not having space for it.

"Alright, alright."

"Let's not talk about that."

"Let's go fishing instead."

"I haven't caught any fish these last few times, I think it might be because my luck wasn't very good, maybe my sign clashed with Baisa Reservoir, so this time I've switched to a new fishing spot."

Fang Hao adjusted the camera to show the nearby environment, allowing all the viewers in the live stream to see it.

"I believe that after changing spots, today will surely bring a bountiful harvest!"

Fang Hao was full of confidence.

"Wow, host, do you think you've got it now?"

"Hahaha, blaming the location for not catching fish?"

"Host, is there any possibility that it's not the spot but your fishing skills that are at fault for no catches?"

The crowd began to tease.

The atmosphere in the live stream room returned to its usual relaxed vibe.

This was the cool thing about Fang Hao.

It was probably mainly because his focus was never really on live streaming, which allowed him to broadcast so spontaneously.

And that brought a rather special effect.

"My skills are definitely not an issue; you haven't seen me fish before. Back then, I could catch fish with every attempt, and it was no problem catching several dozen pounds in a single day."

"Keep boasting, host."

"A brave man doesn't boast about past courage, why don't you show us your skills by catching several dozen pounds today?"

"Never mind several dozen pounds a day, just catch a fish for now."

"I bet that you won't catch any fish in today's live stream."

"I bet one dollar."

"I bet five bucks!"

"Ten bucks!!!"

A group of water friends began to bet, each of them wagering that Fang Hao wouldn't catch any fish today.

This made Fang Hao roll his eyes.

Why did these viewers seem to not want to see him catch any fish at all?

No way!

He couldn't let them laugh at him.

Today he had to catch fish to show them his true skills, his real strength.

Otherwise, these people would think he was incompetent.

Men can be casual about many things, but never about being called incompetent.

Wait and see!

Today he had to catch fish for them to see.

Fang Hao was still quite confident about his performance today.

He believed his luck couldn't be that bad.

Even if luck was bad, it surely couldn't be bad every day; there had to be a day when the tide would turn.

Today was definitely the day for his change of fortune!

Besides, he now had the help of a new fishing rod and was even wearing new fishing gear... Those were bonus points!

His luck was absolutely MAX!

At this time.

The fishing buddies who had arranged to meet Fang Hao were also arriving.

One came alone; another brought a child around seven or eight years old.

"Zhang, why did you bring a kid along? Did your wife let you take the child fishing?"

"My wife went back to her parents' home, I had no choice. I can't just leave the child at home alone; it's not safe, so I just brought him along."

The buddy with the child explained briefly, with an excitement in his voice that was hard to describe.

Nothing made him happier than his wife going back to her parents' home.

As for bringing the child, that was a minor matter.

"Aren't you afraid your sister-in-law will have you 'kneel on the washboard' when she comes back later?"

"Would she dare?"

"You don't even know my status in the family."

"But I remember last time you seemed to end up sleeping on the sofa…"

…

After arriving at the Binjiang River bank, they each found a spot and searched for their own fishing point.

Let the kid play by himself.

Just keep him nearby and prevent him from running around.

After finding their fishing points, they began to prepare their bait and create fishing nests... They sequentially cast their hooks and started fishing.

The child played near the adults.

After a while, it seemed the boy lost interest.

Without playmates here, he didn't have the patience to play alone for long.

Perhaps seeing the adults fishing seemed fun, he also wanted to give it a try.

He clamored, "Daddy, I want to fish too."

"Little kids don't need to fish, just watch from the side is fine."

"Be good and just play over there."

"No, I want to fish."

"I want to fish."

The little boy started to throw a tantrum, sitting on the ground and crying out loud.

This racket left the man with no choice.

And he didn't want to disturb Fang Hao and the other anglers, so he reluctantly agreed.

"Alright, alright, fishing it is."

But he hadn't brought a fishing rod suitable for a child.

His rods were too big for a child to handle.

What to do?

His gaze caught a thin, long bamboo pole nearby.

Hey.

Was that a ready-made fishing rod?

Conveniently, he could make a temporary rod right there on the spot.

After all, he had both hooks and fishing line.

Creating a basic fishing rod was really simple.

"How about daddy makes you a fishing rod, okay?"

"Okay."

Seeing his father agree to let him fish, joy spread across the boy's face.

The boy's father got up and used a pocketknife to cut down that bamboo pole.

Those who went fishing usually carried a pocketknife on them.

After cutting down the bamboo pole, he tied a fishing line to one end, threaded a hook on it, and randomly used a reed stem.

There was no need for complex float adjustments.

After all, it was a child.

They weren't really aiming to catch fish; they just wanted to join in the fun because everyone else was fishing and it was enjoyable.

Very quickly, a makeshift fishing rod was ready.

"Ah, memories of my doomed past are coming back to haunt me."

"When I was a kid, I used to make fishing rods like this too. Never expected to see one today in a livestream."

"Just like back then."

"This is all our childhood."

"But... that angler is a bit mean, not even putting bait on the child's hook, and the float is so simple."

"Hahaha, this must be Jiang Tai Gong's fishing method!"

"It's just picking on kids who don't understand anything."

"Eventually, the child is just looking for some fun."

The audience in the livestream laughed.

Taking it as a bit of fun.

They were mainly watching Fang Hao.

This time, they were curious to see if Fang Hao could catch a fish.

And whether he would reel in something special again.

Given his luck, it was quite possible.

The little boy, having received the bamboo-made fishing rod, was very happy and did not fuss about his rod being different from the adults.

He imitated the others, sitting beside his father with proper form.

Quietly fishing, he did not make a fuss anymore.