The power of the flowing water is indeed immense, so for safety, Bai Yuxia chose to hold onto a wooden stick.
Jiang Ning moved as if on flat ground, stepping to the end of the net, and lifted the fishing net with one hand.
Just as he lifted it, Xue Yuantong on the shore shouted firmly: "Did you see that, did you see that!"
In the fishing net were some scattered twigs and leaves, but these were just accompaniments. Trapped within was a large, golden-yellow fish.
It thrashed about, exerting its strength, trying to escape the net.
Jiang Ning untied the net, emptied everything into the bucket, and carried the bucket up to the shore.
He poured the bucket into a small puddle, and instantly, a fish more than half a meter long swished its tail, causing mud and water to splash.
Zhang Ruyun was dumbfounded, "Damn!"
"A grass carp, a grass carp!" Xue Yuantong was thrilled; "grass carp" is one name for this type of fish.
