The sound of the bamboo raft slapping the surface of the water was unending, and the big fish in the pond were flipping over more fiercely. Song Sancheng stared at the water's surface, now with the fishing net in his hand, twisting his body, ready to spring into action!
Seventh Uncle had also come to join in the excitement. Seeing that Song Sancheng was about to twist his waist and make his move, he suddenly asked, "Sancheng, are you going to lay out the net, or are you going to cast it?"
Song Sancheng: ——!
His breath was interrupted, and he nearly twisted his waist!
He looked at the fishing net in his hand, "This net isn't very big, there's no need to lay it out slowly, casting it would be more convenient."