"There it is," a head emerged from the pitch-black river surface, the dark-skinned short man emerged from the water, holding between the fingers of his right hand a few crucian carp.
With a bit of effort, the fish in his hand thudded onto the riverbank, eliciting cheers from the onlookers.
In such a big river, there definitely were fish, but fish varied from big to small, deep water to shallow water. This man called Ni Qiu, picking out crucian carp of the right size for grilling from such a river, now that's real skill.
"Ni Qiu, have you grown dull from raising mudfish, these tiny fish, barely enough to pick our teeth," his companions on the bank joked with him, knowing well that their friend had grown up by the East Sea and was accurate in spotting and catching fish, hence they weren't worried about his safety. Encouraged by the cheers and awestruck expressions of his fellow stall owners, they egged him on to catch bigger fish.
