That night, Lu Qing finally had a good sleep.
The next morning, after breakfast, he took Little Yan to fish by the river.
This time, he noticed there were far fewer people at the riverside; the earlier bustling scene where seven or eight people jostled for a fishing spot was gone.
It made sense—lately, it was the busy farming season. There was still much work to be done in the fields, and not everyone truly had the leisure to fish every day.
After all, fishing was just a pastime—it might occasionally improve the diet, but it was the crops from the fields that were vital, the lifeline of the farmers.
This time, Lu Qing did not go to the Miracle Fish Fishing Spot.
With Strange Fish, it's fine if you catch them once in a while.
It would raise suspicions if you caught several every few days—any fool would realize something was amiss.
Moreover, even if he caught any Strange Fish now, he had nowhere to sell them.
He couldn't always expect Old Doctor Chen to help sell them.