As soon as the fieldwork was done, Zhao Shenggu took Guan Yuan to the Yue River to start catching fish. When they arrived at the riverbank, they saw quite a few people were already there. Some were using scoop nets, while others simply waded into the shallows and grabbed at the water with their bare hands. Keep in mind—this was March! Just thinking about it made Guan Yuan shiver.
Guan Mulin was among them. He'd been hooked ever since catching two fish in the river last time, and since the farm work had just finished, he'd been coming to the river early every morning, hoping for more luck. But so far, he hadn't even seen a single fish. The moment he spotted Zhao Shenggu, his eyes lit up: "Shenggu! Hurry, hurry! Last time I only caught fish because I followed your lead—now you give it a shot!"