Chapter 205: Eighteen martial arts

The fat man pulled a big sled and slid out on the ice. Xiao Qiqi sat happily on the sled, shouting vigorously: "Fat Uncle, hurry up!"

"Yeah." The fat man agreed, and his feet increased their strength and he squatted with a big ass. The owner of the car, Cheng Lei, and Li Changhai couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, let's be here." The owner of the car took out two iron horns from the sledge, and then chiseled four dots on the ice, which were exactly square, each about ten feet apart.

"I'm the best of this." The fat man picked up a horn and chiseled it hard on the ice.

"It's enough to chisel two feet wide. I'll chisel a big basket of flowers." The owner of the car shouted and started chiseling ice. The others removed all the tools from the big sledge, and they didn't know the remaining fat guys except for fishing.

The ice is three feet long, not a day long. The ice surface is only about one foot thick now. The fat man had not tried much, and a hole in the ice was chiseled out in a flash. A stream of water below emerged. Fortunately, the fat man was flexible, so he quickly slipped back and hugged his unwet shoes.

"Fish!" Qiqi shouted, and saw that there were actually a few white floats in the bulging water column. They turned over twice on the ice and then were frozen.

Qiqi took a small shovel and shoveled hard on the ice: "Haha, no fishing, Fat uncle, just dig a few more ice holes."

After saying that, he went to shovel down one, but his feet couldn't move and he lay on the ice: "Who pulled my feet?"

"Haha, it's your soles that are stained on the ice." Li Changjiang shoveled Qiqi's soles with a big shovel twice. Qiqi then regained her freedom. It turned out that the water that had just emerged was spread on the ice. Qiqi stepped on it, and the river water was frozen in ice, so she stuck it on it.

The fat man made a concerted effort and saved three large ice holes. The big one of the owner of the car was completed, with a diameter of more than one meter: "Everyone, be careful, the ice surface is slippery, don't fall into the ice hole."

After saying that, he took a large basket made of willow branches, with thin ends and a big belly in the middle, which was one meter high. Qiqi leaned his head in and saw that it was a small mouth and a big belly, with two baffles next to his mouth, and a few potatoes and a few pieces of foie gras hanging in the middle of his belly.

"Boss, grandpa, what is this?" Qiqi couldn't understand. At this point, the fat man was a little stronger than him. He knew that this was similar to the whisker cage, but he was a little bigger.

"This is called a flower basket, but it does not contain flowers, it is specially loaded with fish." The owner of the car put the flower basket into the ice hole, and there were a few stones tied to the flower basket, which quickly sank the bottom.

"In winter, ice holes are chiseled, and the fish underwater want to breathe, so they will slowly gather together." The owner of the car tied the rope of the flower basket to a wooden stick, and then crossed the sticks on the ice hole, and put both sides on the ice surface, so they will definitely not fall.

The fat man also saw something: "This is the most convenient thing. I can just carry it up every few days. It was specially prepared for me."

"Yes, it's specially prepared for lazy people." Cheng Lei laughed: "I'll keep this."

The fat man looked at a lot of tools on the ground again: "Uncle Boss, I have never caught fish on the ice, so I can catch the snow of Hanjiang alone."

"I'm also fishing with the fat uncle." Qiqi also felt fresh.

"As long, then dig another ice hole next to each other, and you will compete with the fat uncle." The fat man was worried that Qiqi would guard an ice hole himself. The little guy was not honest at first, what if he fell in?

He did it as soon as he said, and soon the fat man dug another ice hole, and the owner of the car there had already been a through-line fishing line.

"Boss, why don't you have a fishing rod? There is not even a fish float?" Qiqi also noticed a problem.

"If you have this, you'll do it." The boss took out two small colorful flags, pennants made of colorful paper, which were similar to chess pieces that were stuck to lanterns.

Then he took out two thin sorghum shoots and inserted the chess piece at one end. He found another horizontal stick, tied the sorghum stalks vertically in the center, placed the horizontal stick on the ice hole, and tied the fishing line to the tail end of the sorghum stalks, and then tied it to the horizontal stick. The colorful flag stood firmly in the center of the ice hole, which looked particularly eye-catching in the ice sky and snow.

"If a person could guard the Poetry Flag Cave in the early years, as long as the fish below bit the hook, the small flag would shake, and then he could pull the fish out."

After the owner of the car said this, Fatty and Qiqi also understood that the small flag is equivalent to a fish float, and the fishing rod is a horizontal stick. It is indeed adapted to local conditions and has a unique interest.

"Fat Uncle, go over there. I can watch these two ice caves by myself." Qiqi became excited when she heard this and insisted on taking care of her.

"We still have to compete." The fat man couldn't rest assured, so he had to use the competition as an excuse. Then he said to the owner of the car: "Uncle Boss, what bait is used? Are there any earthworms?"

"Where are you looking for earthworms in the winter?" The owner of the car threw a small bag over. The fat man opened it and saw that there were soaked corn kernels inside. He sucked it on his nose and smelled it. It smelled fragrant: "What is soaking it, so fragrant?"

"I soaked with bean cakes, and there are a lot of seasonings in it." The owner of the car said with a smile.

Qiqi was quick to use and had picked up the corn kernels and put them on the fish hook. The fish hooks were all big hooks, and they put them on three in a row. The fat man was anxious when he saw it and wanted to rush to wear them.

"Don't be busy, it's good to use this." The owner of the car threw a small bag over again. When the fat man saw that there were loaches as thick as small fingers.

"Corry corn and carp are OK, but carp and other things are good. If you want to catch carnivorous big fish, such as catfish and pike, you have to use this." The owner of the car threw bait at the fat man.

"This is good, I am willing to catch big fish, and I am also the best at catching big fish." The fat man had a record of catching big fish, so he hung a loach on the hook and put it in the ice hole.

The boss of the car turned his head and showed a wicked smile on his face: Big fish is not easy to touch, so the fat man will lose to the little girl.

Li Changjiang also took a set of fishing gear and found an ice hole to start fishing. He steadily beat the corn kernels, not as good as fat people.

The owner of the car carried a strange house to the ice hole that was leaning against. He opened the hole and then used a copy to remove the floating ice on it. The fat man had never seen this thing before: a wooden handle more than two meters, which looked a bit like a shoulder pole, and a large bamboo piece tied with rubber from a wheel at the front end. That guy was so long, two feet away, trembling, but only more than two inches wide.

There were also seven or eight large iron hooks on the bamboo piece, which were shining with cold light and looked extremely sharp, just like the hooks in the eighteen weapons of ancient times.

"What's this thing? Uncle Boss." The fat man couldn't help asking, wondering: Can you catch fish with this thing?

"I haven't seen it before. This is your boss's secret skill, so just look at it." Li Changjiang said on the other side.

"This thing is called a hook. You can't play it without some skills." Boss Che said as he said, the big bamboo piece in his hand had already penetrated into the ice hole like a spirit snake.

"It seems that we need to use the big iron hook on it and stir it up in the water with bamboo slices. Isn't this a blind cat hitting a dead mouse?" The fat man felt a little incredible.

Then, the boss of the car danced his hands up and down, and it was really stirring in the water. However, his movements seemed extremely relaxed, and his hands were dancing, just like a big yangko twist.

The fat man laughed: "Uncle Boss, you must be cold, you are doing it while fishing."

"Yes, that's why it's called hooking." Li Changjiang obviously felt that fat people were rare and strange. He had seen the ability of the boss of a car to play hooking, so he was full of confidence.

The fat man shook his head: "If I can hook up the fish, I will eat it!"

As he was talking, the owner of the car raised his hands and pressed them. A big fish more than two feet long was hooked out of an ice hole and twisted back and forth.

"Go." The owner of the car shook his wrist and the big fish flew out horizontally, and with a bang, it landed ten feet behind the fat man.

The fat man was stunned: No, the lower half of the bamboo slice is still in the water, so the fish is brought up. The most awesome thing is that you don’t have to reach out to pick it. The hook is under the water, how can you know that the hook is caught?

For a moment, there were too many problems that he couldn't figure out.

"Haha, what a skill is called? It depends on the feel of the hook. Not to mention such a big fish, even if it is a white-floated boat, you can feel it. Without decades of hard practice, you can't play this. In our place, a radius of hundreds of miles, the best one for playing hook is the boss's brother, the highest record, and more than 600 kilograms of fish can be picked up a day." Li Changjiang told the fat man excitedly, and the fat man could only keep nodding.

"Fat Uncle, you eat it. Who swears just now?" Qiqi also started to squeeze the fat man.

"This one is still good. If it is really hundreds of pounds, the fat uncle's belly must be-" Before he could finish speaking, the owner of the car swung his arms, and another big black fish was thrown over and hit the first one, which was exactly the same.

The fat man smacked his lips: "It seems that I can't eat it now."

"Look at whether I have gained anything." Cheng Lei was itchy when he saw it there, so he pulled the rope and pulled the flower basket to the ice a few times.

Then I stood up the flower basket and went out with my mouth facing down. I saw more than ten pieces of scattered pieces, several taels of melon seeds, and several big, long-bearded and whiskered teeth, which were burnt and yellow.

"Haha, it's really satisfying." Cheng Lei was also a little unexpected and quickly put the flower basket back into the ice hole. Then, he shoveled the fish into the soil basket with a shovel.

"I want to make this too." Qiqi saw that, good guy, it was more enjoyable than fishing, so he quickly arranged to transfer the position.

"It's the one who bit the hook, it's Qiqi." The shout of the owner of the car came over. Qiqi quickly turned around and saw the small flag on his ice hole shaking constantly. He quickly pulled up the crossbar, and the fishing line below was immediately stretched tightly.

"Fat Uncle, please help." Qiqi was weak and was in a hurry for a moment and quickly called Fatty.

The fat man jumped over and grabbed the fishing line. He had his hands stuffed, so he didn't have to worry about the fishing line tying: "Qiqi, you can slowly retreat."

The fat man straightened the fishing line so that the fish underwater would not hit the ice around him and unhooked it. Qiqi pulled the wooden pole hard and retreated. Finally, a big carp was taken out of the water by the fat man.

"Haha, it must be two or three pounds, Qiqi is awesome." The fat man couldn't help but cheer. Then he remembered: So far, it seems that he hasn't caught fish.
Chapter completed!