I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times Chapter 78

Chapter 78 Great Harvest

“Grandma, what a big fish.”

Yaya stood by the bucket, her big eyes full of surprise.

“Grandma, I'm going to ask my mother to come over and help you.”

Baiyunxi looked at the grass carp that occupied half of the bucket and nodded, "Okay, let your mother bring a bucket over."

“Today I made a nest on a whim, and the fish came when they smelled it. If we sell the fish, we will have money in our hands.”

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What if you can't catch it, wouldn't it be a waste?

Yaya ran ashore and disappeared without a trace.

Made a nest and fished in Baiyun River all afternoon. Du made four trips back and forth, and found twenty or thirty fish of various sizes, taking up most of the fish tank.

Hearing Du's thoughts, Bai Yunxi smiled, "There's nothing that I can't figure out. No one feeds me. That's because they are reluctant to give up food."

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Baiyunxi put away the fishing rod, carried the bucket, the bamboo pole, Yaya hugged her little horse, and the two went home happily.

No one was squatting fishing in the Qingshui River, and naturally no one was spreading bait. She had a head start today.

When the villagers got the trick, she had to eat the fish she caught.

From afar, I saw a circle of people surrounding the door, chattering non-stop, asking how to sell the fish?

Du Shi was a little nervous and said she would wait until her mother came back to discuss the matter. The price had not yet been determined.

“Oh, sister Bai, you are finally back. I heard that you caught a lot of fish. Everyone wants to try it, especially the boys in my family. They ask me to stew fish soup for them every day.”

No one has anything to eat, yet you are willing to throw it into the river. What is it but a prodigal?

　　It was true that Du Shi choked. If it were her, she would not be willing to throw the grain into the river.

Du Shi looked at the water surface and then at the fish in the bucket, still confused. 'Just feed it? So simple? If anyone knew about it, Qingshui River would be completely fished out. '

Bai Yunxi looked at Du Shi and gave orders with great interest.

“Well, take this home, and then go to your third grandma's house to borrow a scale. When I get back, we can sell fish.”

One hundred three. One hundred four. One six three. One hundred and fifty two

As soon as Mrs. Song Wang turned her head, she saw Baiyunxi coming back in the afterglow, and she immediately greeted her happily.

“Mom, I still can't figure it out.”

“It's very simple, just feed the fish and attract the fish.” Looking at Du Shi's confused expression, Bai Yunxi couldn't help but laugh.

“Ah? What is making a nest?” Du Shi looked confused.

Her pocket is now cleaner than her face and is in urgent need of filling with copper plates.

Food at this time is very valuable. If people knew that she used mixed flour as bait for fishing, everyone who heard about it would call her a prodigal.

By the time Du Shi came over with Yaya carrying the bucket, the bucket next to Baiyun Xi was already full.

'Why does my mother-in-law know so much? '

Baiyunxi looked at the water splashing around the fishing rod and continued to swing the rod. She felt that she had landed her first pot of gold.

As long as she can earn money and buy food to eat, Du Shi is happy.

"Mom...why are there so many?" Mrs. Du was shocked. She used to walk by the river every day and never saw a fish showing up.

As the bamboo pole in her hand sank, Baiyun Xi stood up and pulled the fishing pole back. The crucian carp weighing more than a kilogram was thrown to the grass by her.

As Wang Wang said, he pretended to slap his mouth.

“Didn't my sister say that drinking fish soup is smart last time? I was also shy, so I told the children, and the result was good. Everyone said that they were not smart because they didn't drink fish soup.”

(End of this chapter)

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