The wait lasted for over half an hour, and as the driftwood began to rise and fall on the water's surface, Uncle Yaozi gave a command, prompting Wen Shi and the others to spring into action, whether squatting or standing.
This time, Yi Chichi and the others understood; they were hauling in the net.
As they slowly gathered the net that had sunk, lifting it bit by bit towards the hole, both Yi Chichi and Mu Da's hearts were gripped with anticipation.
"Chichi, do you think there're any fish?"
"Definitely!"
The tightening of the net disturbed the fish trapped within, causing a continuous crackling noise as they began to thrash about.
This was the sound of fish struggling.
"Hold on tight, now's not the time to let go."
The catch was quite heavy, and the combined weight of the fishing net and driftwood was burdensome. Yaozi and the others were struggling with the haul, worried that Wen Shi and the others might let go and release the fish, so they issued a reminder.
