"It's coming, it's coming over there!"

The torches on the shore were connected together, illuminating the water surface with sparkling light.

With a series of tight shouts, the waves surged.

Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the center point of the turbulent waves. There seemed to be a trapped beast underneath that was enraged and roaring, tearing at the nets covering it from all directions. The water in the reservoir was stirred up by it and shook violently.

"Why is there such a big movement? According to the head I saw earlier, it is as big as a human being!"

Yang Ruoqing stared closely at the movement in the water, muttering in her heart.

In fact, she had always had a guess in her mind about this thing in the water. It should be an animal living in the water and it was extremely powerful.

But she didn't say anything about this guess now. She wanted to see the result of fishing it out first.

But looking at the movement, it seemed that it was a little different from what she had guessed. Could it be that there was really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in this ordinary-looking reservoir?

If there really are other creatures beyond imagination, wouldn't those people in the water be in danger?

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing felt nervous and was about to speak out to stop this large-scale fishing. Before the order was shouted out, there was a sudden commotion in the reservoir, mixed with cheers.

"I got it, I got it!"

Everyone went forward, and the people on the shore took over. Blacksmith Luo was an experienced "old fisherman" here. He had been squatting on the shore waiting for any movement. At this moment, he took out the dry tobacco pole from his mouth and stuck it on his waist.

, he calmly grabbed one end of the fishing net on the ground, shouted a few times to the people in the water and started to close the net.

"one two three……"

"one two three……"

Shouting slogans is indispensable in some situations, just like a tug-of-war game. Everyone shouts together and exerts force in accordance with the rhythm, which can make the power more concentrated and even increase the strength.

Closing the net is not only a physical job, but also a technical job.

No, Blacksmith Luo shouted the slogan well and the net was closed well.

A large net slowly emerged from the water with the combined efforts of everyone.

A bunch of fish and shrimps were caught in the net, jumping in the moonlight, glowing with a dazzling white light.

The huge fishing net was pulled in their hands, and it seemed like a long river of stars had been stretched out. It was spectacular and beautiful. If Yang Ruoqing had a mobile phone, she would definitely take a photo and post it on WeChat, and a lot of people would definitely like it.

"There is something, there is something, at the bottom of the fishing net."

Someone was shouting again, one person shouted, and many people followed him to see it. Many people were excited, nervous and looking forward to it.

"I come!"

Risong shouted that day and directed the boat to approach the fishing net.

Yang Ruoqing also pushed aside Yang Huaming who was blocking her, "Fourth uncle, give way and let me pass."

Yang Huaming was fascinated by the novelty, and subconsciously took two steps to the side. When he heard Yang Ruoqing said that he wanted to go over, he suddenly came back to reality.

There is water in front of him. How can Qing'er get there? Can't he fly over?

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, there was a whisper of wind in his ears. When he raised his head, he only saw a skirt passing over his head. When he looked again, he saw his niece stepping on a tether.

The small boat was used as a stabilizing rope and flew straight to the small boat in the middle of the reservoir, landing steadily next to Narisong.

"My dear, walking on a rope at high altitude is really awesome!"

Yang Huaming was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground. He originally only knew that his niece had fists and feet, and it was no problem to beat two or three men by herself.

Now it seems that this is all over the wall. Not to mention two or three men, twenty or thirty men are probably not enough for her to fight.

Next to him, Li Jia was no less shocked than Yang Huaming.

What did he see tonight?

Are these each of them still human beings?

The general's wife and the people around the general's wife are more powerful than the others, so wouldn't the general himself be going against the grain?

Li Jia swallowed hard and looked at the beautiful figure on the boat who was rolling up his sleeves and helping to collect the net, and finally understood why the security chief had repeatedly warned him to build a good neighborly relationship with Changping Village.

I can't afford it, I really can't afford it!

…

"boom!"

An object that was tangled up in a fishing net and turned into a ball of twine was roughly thrown ashore by Narisong. It hit the ground with a muffled sound and landed just at the feet of Yang Huaming and Yang Yongqing, making them scream and jump back in fright.

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Risong laughed loudly that day, "Fourth uncle, you are much less courageous than your tone, huh? That thing is tied up and can't move!"

Yang Huaming was in shock, but it didn't stop him from fighting back: "You're just trying to scare your uncle, big or small!"

"Hahaha!" Risong wiped the sweat from his face with his big hand and smiled wildly.

Yang Ruoqing threw the coat he had left aside onto his shoulders: "Hurry up and put it on, your chest hair is scary."

That day, Risong puffed up his chest with pride and slapped his chest muscles: "It's scary as hell, you are jealous, your family Fengtang doesn't have one!"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows: "What? Yaxue is not here, why did you forget the rules?"

Narisong's growing environment and living habits made him live a rough life. When he first came to Changping Village, because of his rough dressing style and behavior, a bunch of young girls and young wives loved and feared him.

Especially when he was wandering around the village shirtless, there would always be a bunch of hot, shy or timid eyes chasing him behind him in the corners and under the big trees.

He was a bohemian man, deliberately clenching his fists and raising his arms to show off his muscles and lines to the young ladies and young wives.

At that time, many couples in the village were not in harmonious relationships. The more women looked at their weak men, the more they disliked them.

Later, Xiao Yaxue couldn't help it any longer, so she chased Na Risong and beat her hard, and even grabbed her ears to set the rules.

Unless you go to the pond to bathe in summer, you are not allowed to go shirtless when there are many people.

Even if there is a crowd of men, they cannot take it off easily because it will make other men lose face.

And obviously tonight, that day the rules were broken.

Yang Ruoqing didn't mean to use the rules to suppress him, but she was worried that the night breeze would be cold after autumn, and the water from the reservoir would bring a chill when it came out of the mountains, so she deliberately said that in order to get him to put it on quickly.

That day, Risong also understood Yang Ruoqing's intention, so not only was he not angry, but he also smiled happily.

While putting on her coat neatly, she raised her eyebrows proudly at Yang Ruoqing: "You can't appreciate the beauty of a man."

"Ouch!" Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes, turned around and tapped the edge of the boat with her toes, skimming across the water again like a swallow, and finally landed lightly on the grass on the shore.

"Yes, your qinggong is better than mine, you are awesome!" Risong gave a thumbs up and paddled to the shore honestly.

On the shore, a group of people headed by Yang Huaming had already surrounded the things that had been fished out. They held up torches to shine them, looked at them, examined them carefully, and discussed them excitedly. Under the light of the fire, everyone seemed to have been given blood.
Chapter completed!