Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 112 Fishing Village
"Musha?"

Yang Chu turned his head slightly, looked at the shocked expression of the simple and honest young man, and felt something was wrong again.

He stepped out of the wooden shed, looked at the scene outside, and froze slightly.

The blue sea and blue sky, the big sun hangs in the left half of the sky.

But in the west of the blue sky, a celestial body about three times larger than the moon hangs high above it.

Astronomical phenomena such as the sun and the moon shining together are actually not uncommon. As long as the weather is good enough and the air is clear, you can often see it.

But the "moon" right now is much bigger than the one in his memory.

"Sure enough, I am no longer in the original world."

Yang Chu's brain consciousness gradually became clear. When he woke up, he found that the simple and honest young man, and the old man who helped him "call the soul", the hair accessories on his head and the clothes on his body did not look like modern man.

and--

He was indeed in a small fishing village by the sea at the moment.

"A parallel world in ancient China?"

Yang Chu had some guesses in his mind from the information he had learned in this brief moment, but he was not sure for a while.

"Hey, why did you run out? It's windy outside the house, you just woke up, and you'll fall ill as soon as the wind blows."

Inside the wooden shed, the honest young man chased him out, saw Yang Chu standing in front of the door looking up into the distance, and shouted anxiously.

"My name is Yang Chu, what's your name?"

Yang Chu turned his head to look at the simple and honest young man, and asked with a smile.

He never really cared about where he was and where he was at the moment.

For him in this world, there are too few things that he cares about, but the feeling that this simple and honest young man in front of Yang Chu gives Yang Chu, in a trance, seems to have a bit of the shadow of Liu Xu who took him in at the beginning.

"I, I, I... My name is Fang Ah Shui. When my father was around, he often said that we rely on water to eat water, so we are called Ah Shui."

The honest young man stretched out his hand and scratched his head again. It seemed that this was the first time he had introduced himself to someone like this, with a slight embarrassment on his face.

As he said that, he suddenly thought of something, looked at Yang Chu again, seemed to think that Yang Chu was a few years older than him, and said, "That Yang...Brother Yang, are you, are you a warrior?"

"I don't know what martial artist you are talking about." Yang Chu shook his head, looked at Fang Ah Shui and smiled, "But if you want to learn some boxing skills, or even other methods, I can teach you."

"Oh--"

Hearing Yang Chu's words, Fang Ah Shui didn't show joy on his face, but lowered his head, showing a bit of disappointment on his face.

Yang Chu was naturally aware of Fang Ah Shui's emotions. Although he didn't understand the specific reason, he was somewhat curious about the warrior Fang Ah Shui mentioned.

However, at this time Yang Chu didn't have the heart to think about it, and looked at Fang Ah Shui and said, "Brother Ah Shui, do you still have anything to eat?"

"food?"

Fang Ah Shui raised his head, a little shy and surprised, "No...no, Brother Yang, if you haven't eaten enough? You, you wait for me."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Yang Chu to continue talking, he quickly ran towards the other wooden sheds not far away.

Taking advantage of this meeting, Yang Chu took a closer look at the fishing village he was in. There were about a hundred households around, and they were basically the same as Fang Ahshui’s wooden shack. Dried seaweed similar to kelp.Not far from the coast, there are many small fishing boats being towed onto the beach.

"Thank you, Aunt Li."

In front of Fang Ah Shui's house, Yang Chu didn't wait long when he saw Fang Ah Shui holding a fresh fish about a foot long, holding a fish gill with both hands, running out of a wooden shack.

"Ah Shui, do you remember to pay me back one tomorrow, it's my tax credit for the warrior masters."

Behind Fang Ah Shui, in the wooden hut, a middle-aged woman in ragged clothes came out. Seeing Fang Ah Shui going out with the fresh fish in her arms, she said loudly.

"Don't worry, Aunt Li, I'll go into the sea in a while and get you a bigger one. If it's not the case when the tide goes out in the afternoon, I'll go and pick up a dozen or so catties of seafood for you."

Fang Ah Shui held the fresh fish that was still alive and kicking tightly with both hands, walked quickly, and replied loudly.

That Aunt Li took another look at Yang Chu from a distance, she seemed to think that Yang Chu's bald hair looked a little weird, and she didn't come over to say hello.

When Fang Ah Shui ran in front of Yang Chu, he immediately shook the fresh fish in front of Yang Chu, and said happily, "Brother Yang, I borrowed a fish from Aunt Li's house. If you are not full, you can eat this." .”

"it is good."

Yang Chu glanced at the fresh fish in Fang Ahshui's hand. Its body was like a spindle, its snout was short and pointed, and it looked like some kind of bonito.

Then he glanced at Fang Ah Shui, a simple and honest young man, he was straightforward and generous without much scheming, even if he was so indifferent, he couldn't help being touched in his heart.

"I'm going to get the knife."

Fang Ahshui handed the skipjack fish to Yang Chu, ran into his wooden house, and took out a small knife more than ten centimeters long with a badly worn handle and blade.

"Let me do it!"

Yang Chu took the knife from Fang Ashui, walked to the small kitchen chopping board outside the wooden shed, and cleaned up a piece of bonito.

Slices of fish fillets as thin as cicada's wings were constantly being cut out in Yang Chu's hands, which dazzled Fang Ahshui.

Yang Chu ate while cutting, and asked Fang Ah Shui to take a bowl, and picked some delicate fish fillets into his bowl with a knife.

In just a short time, a piece of bonito was divided by Yang Chu with a knife so that there was hardly a single bit of fish, leaving only a bare skeleton.

After eating a piece of bonito, Yang Chu's face became more and more rosy, and his body was completely out of the sick state. He looked at Fang Ah Shui and asked:

"You're going fishing, do you have a boat?"

Fang Ah Shui stuffed a piece of sashimi into his mouth, nodded quickly: "Yes, yes..."

As he spoke, he pointed to a small sampan boat on the coast, "My father left that boat for me, and I still have nets and fishing rods."

"Let's go then, let's go catch some fish and come back."

Yang Chu didn't talk nonsense, he had already heard Aunt Li shouting that this bonito was going to be a tax credit for some martial arts master.

Although he didn't understand what it meant, he didn't want to add other troubles to Fang Ah Shui.

Besides, this little thing is far from enough for Yang Chu's physical needs at this time.

Facing this unknown world, Yang Chu needs to restore his body to its best condition as soon as possible.

After all, in just a short moment after he woke up, he had already heard words such as warrior and warrior.

Yang Chu has become interested in the possible power system in this world.

……

On the sea, a flat boat swayed with the waves.

There was a pop, and the sound of the harpoon entering the water sounded.

"Hits, hits again."

Sitting at the stern of the boat, Fang Ah Shui watched the harpoon shoot into the water and hit a three-foot-long fish, and immediately stood up and yelled.

Yang Chu grasped the thumb-thick hemp rope tied behind the harpoon with both hands, and pulled it upwards vigorously. A three-foot-long Spanish mackerel was dragged up from the water by Yang Chu.

The harpoon pierced most of the Spanish mackerel's body, and the blood stirred up attracted more and more various sea fish to gather around the sampan.

"Be careful not to get bitten."

Yang Chu threw the Spanish mackerel in the middle of the sampan. Although most of the Spanish mackerel's body was penetrated by the harpoon, it was not killed immediately, and the sharp teeth in its big mouth were quite terrifying.

"Brother Yang, enough is enough, our ship won't be able to hold any more."

Watching Yang Chujiang throw another mackerel into the cabin in the middle of the sampan, Fang Ahshui's face was full of smiles, but after the smile, there was a trace of sadness.

The boat is too small, and it will be full without loading a few big fish weighing tens of catties.

Since Yang Chu and Yang Chu went fishing with him yesterday, the two of them have harvested several boats of fish.

In addition to returning it to Aunt Li, some were also given to other families in the fishing village. The rest was eaten by Yang Chu, and some left over was smoked, roasted and dried to make dried fish.

Fang Ahshui was also shocked by Yang Chu’s appetite. His stomach was almost like a bottomless pit. In addition to fish, he also ate all kinds of seaweed, melons and fruits. In just one day, he felt that Yang Chu’s stomach was full. One or two hundred catties of food.

However, compared to Yang Chu's appetite, Fang Ahshui, a fisherman who grew up by the sea, was a little dumbfounded by the fishing skills he showed.

There is nothing too fancy, no net or fishing rod is used. At first, the internal organs and bones of the skipjack that I ate earlier were packed in a cloth bag, tied with a rope, and thrown under the boat.

At first, the two waited for a while without any response, but gradually attracted some fish.

Yang Chu stabbed the water with a harpoon, and immediately a fish struggled and was pulled up.

At the beginning, it was just some small fish with the length of a palm, but at the back, the sea area around the sampan boat was filled with blood and water, gradually attracting many big fish.

When Yang Chu's harpoon stabs down, it is rare to fail.

This skill, Fang Ah Shui is very clear, it looks simple, but it is extremely difficult.

Throwing the harpoon needs to be strong enough, accurate enough, and timed well.

Ordinary people can't do this at all. Most people use harpoons to spear fish, and most of them are on shallow water beaches near some reefs.

It is very powerful to stab a fish in water more than one foot deep.

In the water depth of two feet, almost no one can stab the fish under the water.

But throwing the harpoon in Yang Chu's hand was like a powerful crossbow arrow, even in the water three or four feet deep, it could still pierce the fish swimming in the sea.

This is already considered miraculous.

"One more, we'll go back, you sit down."

Yang Chu looked at the cabin that was indeed almost full, smiled, raised his harpoon and stared at the sea below the boat again.

There, a shark about three meters long swam back and forth for a while.

Quietly waiting for the shark to wander near the bottom of the sampan, Yang Chu, with a three-meter-long body, would hardly miss it, but he was not in a hurry, and instead waited for the best position.

This shark was estimated to weigh two to three hundred kilograms, and given the size of the sampan he was on, it was almost the limit of what he could catch.

The best way is to kill in one hit, so you don't have to kill time.

Yang Chu held the harpoon high, his body motionless, like a sculpture.

The bare upper body was no longer weak, and the skin that had been exposed to the sun for a day was slightly reddish and black. Although it didn't look strong, it was full of strength and vigor.

After taking full control of his body, Yang Chu no longer needs to gradually increase his physical strength through a long period of exercise and nutritional supplements as before. His metabolic capacity is always three to five times higher than that of ordinary people.

As long as there is enough nutrition to keep up, his body can quickly return to its previous state.

puff--

Suddenly, the harpoon plunged into the water.

The water suddenly churned, Yang Chu grasped the hemp rope tied behind the harpoon, and controlled the hull of the sampan with both feet.

The entire sampan was immediately dragged forward for a while, but soon the shark that was churning under the water stopped moving and floated up on its belly.

A harpoon pierced the shark's skull, killing it for good.

"Let's go, go back!"

Yang Chu casually looped the hemp rope tied to the harpoon around the bow of the sampan boat, tied it with a slipknot, and greeted Fang Ah Shui who had opened his mouth wide with a smile.

"Brother Yang, you stabbed a big shark... Are you really not a warrior?"

Fang Ah Shui's eyes became more and more unbelievable. Few people in these fishing villages caught such a big shark. I saw it a few times, and it was still at the market in Nanhuan Town.

It is said that there are also huge fish several feet long and sea monsters like houses, which can only be caught from huge ships that go out to sea.

"No."

Yang Chuyao turned his head away. He was becoming more and more curious about the warrior Fang Ah Shui said. This was the third time the other party had said this word.

As for the big shark, this is the name for sharks in Jiaoshi Village, so Yang Chu is not surprised.

This world is somewhat similar to ancient China, and the folk customs and languages ​​all have something in common.

Picking up the wooden pulp, the two began to row the sampan towards the fishing village five or six miles away.

Yang Chu already knew the name of the fishing village from Fang A Shuikou. Because there are a lot of reefs in the north, it was called Reef Village.In addition, I also know that the nearest town is called Nanhuan Town, which is a seaport. Occasionally, some large ships from Zhongzhou will come to the shore, but there are not many, so there is not much prosperity.

In fact, the seafood in this sea area should be quite rich. During this day, Yang Chu roughly judged that the climate should be near the subtropical zone and tropical zone.

But the fishermen living in poverty are quite poor. The fishermen in Jiaoshi Village don't even have a few decent nets.

"I'm back, Ah Shui and Brother Yang from a foreign country are back."

Before their sampan docked, there were already many people waiting in front of the tidal flat on the side of Jiaoshi Village.

The ones farther away are the villagers of Jiaoshi Village, including men and women, and some black, thin, and ragged children.

Standing at the front were two adult men in black soap suits who obviously did not look like fishermen from this fishing village.

Tall and strong, standing among the fishermen, he was particularly abrupt and obvious.

"Fang Ah Shui, you have caught so many fish in the past two days, but you haven't paid the tax yet?"

As soon as the sampan docked, a man in soap with a leopard's head around his eyes and a beard came over and yelled at Fang Ah Shui.

"Yo, there's a big shark dragging behind."

Another short and stocky man in soap clothes looked at the shark being dragged behind the sampan, his eyes brightened, "Fang Ah Shui, you must pay taxes this time."

(End of this chapter)