Quan Hao rowed the boat and went north. His idea was to catch fish if he could catch fish. If he couldn't catch it, he would row the wooden raft to the time and space gate to return to the earth. Anyway, he had something to bring over, which could be considered as sharpening the knife and chopping wood. He rowed two kilometers from the shore, and stopped the oars, pinched a small piece from the bait bag, clenched it and put it on the hook, picked up the fishing rod and threw it away. The hook was thrown out more than ten meters, and with a thud, he drilled into the water, and the float ball floated on the water.

The wood rafts were floating with the waves. Quan Hao smelled the fishy smell on his hands, so he rinsed in the water and began to wait.

The process of waiting for the fish to be hooked is very boring. Especially for novices, who have limited levels and like to hold unrealistic hopes. If they pass the time with nothing more, their patience will be quickly exhausted.

The sea water was too clear and retreated. Even if it was more than ten meters away, you could see the general situation on the hook. Quan Hao stared at it for ten minutes and found that no fish was attracted by the bait. After another ten minutes, he retracted the hook in disappointment and drove deeper into the sea. He lowered the hook again and saw a bluestone grouper lying on the bottom of the sea, motionless. The thrown hook almost hit its head. The grouper, about five kilograms, had no intention of being frightened at all. He just lazily slackly slackly, rubbed forward for more than ten centimeters, and then lay on the seabed again.

Quan Haoman hoped that this fish could bite the hook. Grouper is a relatively expensive fish. Although this one is not big, it can also add a lot of color to it. I think it can be sold for a little price. He waited patiently for more than twenty minutes, bored to see the future and pass the time. As a result, the other party was more calm than him. On the contrary, a rash black bream passed by and swallowed the bait without thinking.

It was really a matter of trying to catch a spotted horse, but it was a mistaken eliminating. Quan Hao hesitated and reluctantly closed the line. This black bream weighed only two pounds and had no value. Seeing that it was fluttering weakly, Quan Hao simply cut it down to relieve its pain. He took off the hook and put it on the bait, and then saw that the grouper in the water was gone.

Two pounds of fish are nothing, but at least they have gained something. After the start of the game, Quan Hao's luck also increased, and fish began to bite the hook. Two small fish that could not be named, the small one was only seven or eight taels, and the large one was no more than three pounds. Quan Hao searched the fish knowledge in his mind and identified that the three pounds inside was a salmon. He really couldn't recognize the other one.

The fish that was on the rise became louder, and it turned out to be a one-meter-long fish. After biting the hook, it knew it was fooled and wanted to break free. The more it struggled, the tighter the hook in its mouth was tugged. It hurt that its tail splashed, and even the wooden raft was pulled forward. Quan Hao knew that he should not be anxious at this time and wanted to grind with the big fish. He was not the one with a hook on his mouth. He grabbed the fishing rod and lifted it up, keeping the rod and the line at a certain angle. In which direction the big fish ran, he tilted the fishing rod to which direction. He controlled the wheel with one hand. He put the fish a little harder and the force was smaller.

Just hold it a little. Try not to keep the fishing line tens of the time. It took more than ten minutes to exhaust the fish's strength and pull it out of the water. This is a big yellow croaker, which will soon die from the water. Quan Hao was still excited and lifted it up with the gills and looked left and right, comparing to the position of the navel. The only drawback is that the yellow croaker's line is a long spindle-shaped line, and the tail takes up a lot of more than one meter. In fact, it is not too heavy, and it only looks like a dozen pounds. It is more than half apart from Quan Hao's expectations. When the fish was still in the water, he estimated that the struggle must be at least thirty or forty pounds.

The big yellow croaker was put on his cheeks and placed it horizontally on the wooden raft. The dead fish opened its mouth and the hook was deeply rooted in the meat. Quan Hao took some effort to pick it off. He loaded the bait and threw the hook. With the first prey that he could see, he was also very energetic. Since he could catch the first big fish, he should be able to catch the second one.

Unfortunately, things went against my wishes, and the next thing that took the bait was small, ranging from a few taels to two or three pounds. The reason why there was no smaller one was probably because the hook was bigger than their mouths. There were not big fish in the sea, but they generally disdained the bait. It might be that they looked down on the bait too much, or it might be unpleasant. Quan Hao caught carnivorous fish with sharp teeth, which means that the bait was loved by these fish. Then the fish that feed on plants would naturally not eat, and the larger carnivorous fish would hunt them directly.

Quan Hao only has one type of bait, and he doesn't have to change it even if he wants to. However, he thought of a way and directly put a pomfret on the hook. The pomfret he just caught is still alive and will move when thrown into the water, which is the most attractive to large predatory fish. He didn't have much hope to set up the hook, so he just used it as an experiment.

After floating on the sea for a long time, there were many small fishes surrounded by the wooden rafts, three or five centimeters small, and only one slap in the big ones. The sea surface was empty, and only this wooden raft was like an umbrella for sunshade. Fish that had nowhere to hide were gathered in this rare back sunshine to hide in the shade. If Quan Hao made any movement on it, they would run away in scattered everywhere, but they would not escape far, and they would soon gather together. Even if they stepped heavily, the sea water penetrated the upper layer of the wooden rafts, and the small fish would squeeze through the gaps between the woods, swimming back and forth under Quan Hao's eyelids before drilling back.

Quan Hao was attracted by Xiaoyu and was a little distracted.

In front of the wooden raft, a dark figure quietly exposed his back, and not far away was the struggling bait.

Almost in an instant, the small orange ball drifting up and down with the waves penetrated into the water and pierced into the water at an angle of nearly thirty degrees. Then there was a tense sound, Quan Hao felt a strong force coming from his hand, and instinctively grabbed the fishing rod. But he had no way to fight against this force. The fishing line was pulled straight and the fishing rod creaked. The slippery wooden raft could not leverage the force at all. He was almost dragged forward and fell into the water with a pounce. The force in the water was even more irresistible, and he pulled Quan Hao's body under the water. In an emergency, he quickly let go. The fishing rod was like a kite with a string off, and it disappeared after a few floats on the water.

Quan Hao didn't even figure out what fish he was fishing. There was no dorsal fin on the sea surface, so there was little possibility of a shark. When he looked back, he saw that the wooden raft was more than 20 meters away from him, so he quickly swam back. It was not easy to climb the wooden raft from the sea. When he finally found a good angle and crept up, he would run away and lose sight of the scoundrel. By the way, he took away the fishing gear that he had for more than 500 yuan.

Quan Hao looked around for a long time, and finally had to admit that his fishing gear could not be found. He cursed in a low voice. He was useless to stay without a fight. He was disappointed and had to go home.
Chapter completed!