The time arrived at the fifty-second day.
The morning chill was more intense than usual. Lin Yu'an woke up early, added new firewood to the stove, and then quickly walked towards the newly constructed netting platform by the lake.
He stood on the platform, his eyes fixed on the float line.
The line was still, showing no signs of fish shoals hitting it.
He picked up a long wooden stick, carefully dipped it into the water, and gently stirred the stinging net.
The feeling in his hand was slack, with no sense of struggle coming through.
"Looks like, once again, there's nothing gained from last night."
A hint of disappointment flashed across Lin Yu'an's face, but he quickly regained his composure.
He was mentally prepared; the passive fishing method of the stinging net was inherently unpredictable.
"Perhaps it's because the temperature has dropped recently, altering the range of fish activities, or it's just bad luck."
