Chapter 16 Weaving Shrimp Traps

No matter how weak her body is, all kinds of skills are engraved in her bones. Since she is asked to do her best...then pray that these people will not eat fish for dinner until they vomit.

Yan Fuguang continued to move forward, sharpening the harpoon as he went.

She only occasionally lowered her head to glance at the wooden stick and adjusted the angle of the knife. After seven or eight minutes, a simple harpoon took shape in her hand.

The audience watched her whittling and chopping around one end of the stick, seemingly without much effort, as her hands did it automatically.

[My sister’s hands have a mind of their own]

[We are all human, why are other people’s hands so different]

[Some people can sharpen harpoons, but I can’t even sharpen pencils. The world is unfair!]

[You didn’t grow up doing farm work, right? Why are you so skilled at cutting wood? 】

[You can’t speak if you’re not sour? You can tell by the look on her face that she’s not from a poor family]

[Can’t it just be a hobby if Sour Chicken Retreats? You must be from a YY family!!]

[I am from the countryside, and my sister does not look like someone from a small place, but she is really neat at work]

Carrying a homemade harpoon, Yan Fuguang continued to follow the sound of water. After walking for about five minutes, a crystal clear stream appeared in front of him.

"Okay, let's check here first to see if there are many fish. If not, we can go a little further."

Yan Fuguang gradually got used to getting along with the camera, and this self-talk style of communication became less difficult to accept.

After finding a large dry stone to put his schoolbag on, Yan Fuguang took off his hat and squatted by the stream. He picked up water and washed the sweat off his face. He then dipped his arms into the stream and soaked for a while. Only then did the heat all over his body dissipate.

How could the photographer let go of such a shot and directly zoom in to a close-up shot, wishing he could even clearly capture the water droplets on her eyelashes.

Yan Fuguang tightened his ponytail and coiled it up. He first tested the depth of the stream with a harpoon and found that the water depth was not deeper than his knees in most areas, with only a few dozen meters away near the opposite bank where it was slightly deeper.

Because this place is inaccessible, there are a lot of fish in the water, but they are not big. There are a lot of shrimps, basically Macrobrachium macrocephalus.

The photographer was right next to him, and he happened to follow Yan Fuguang's gaze and take a picture of the fish and shrimp in the water.

Yan Fuguang pointed to the fish and shrimp in the water and said calmly: "Looking at how lively they are, they seem to have never experienced the dangers of the world..."

Yan Fuguang's calm and composed tone seemed to be saying that the weather is nice today, and the gentlemen in the audience were really choked by her.

[Hahahahaha, God has never experienced the dangers of the human world! 】

[Xia: I haven’t messed with any of you]

[You can tell from the appearance of this fat and big-eared thing that it is fresh and chewy]

Yan Fuguang, who originally only planned to catch fish, changed his mind temporarily. If he missed such plump shrimps, it would be a shame to be a gift from nature.

"You guys just wait, I'll be back as soon as I go."

As he spoke, Yan Fuguang didn't care about the two elder brothers behind him and walked directly the way he came.

She just saw some palm trees. She can make a cage out of palm leaves. Then she can get some broken fish bones to make a perfect shrimp trap.

The photographer was stunned and hurriedly ran to follow him. What a joke, what are they taking pictures of when the guests ran away?

[The degree of camera shake = the degree of confusion of the photographer]

[Hahahaha, who has ever seen such a willful guest?]

[It’s okay if you wait first]

[Stop shaking, stop shaking, brother, I’m dizzy]

Not long after, several not-so-high palm trees appeared in the camera, with sword-shaped lobes forming huge fan-shaped leaves. Yan Fuguang was cutting the leaves with a knife.

[What kind of tree is this? I’ve never seen it before]

[Palm, more common in the south]

[The palm trees look like this, what are they doing?]

Hearing the footsteps, Yan Fuguang looked back and said in surprise: "Didn't you say you don't want to come? I'll be fine soon."

The big photography guy kept silent and carried out his shooting duties persistently.

The PD came panting and asked for the audience: "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to make a shrimp pot out of palm leaves. Wild island shrimps should taste good."

After unloading four large palm leaves, Yan Fuguang found a clean and flat space to sit down and began to work on his craft.

First, remove the splinters one by one, pick out the ones that are not in good condition, and then start work on the rest after combing them flat.

The audience initially didn't take her seriously when she said she wanted to make shrimp pots, but it turned out that she really knew how to do it?

Could it be possible that he really grew up in the countryside?

Seeing that the camera was always facing her hand, Yan Fuguang showed the half-finished product to the camera and said with a smile: "Does anyone want to learn? But it is indeed possible to learn. Maybe when you go out to play, you can meet wild people who are not familiar with the world.

Where are the shrimps?”

[Exalt it, exalt it, you really can’t learn this]

【She actually tried to teach us, tears in her eyes!】

[What the hell is a wild shrimp who doesn’t know the world? 】

[My skill points for telling lies seriously are full!]

[Where did this treasure girl come from? Is she really an amateur? 】

Yan Fuguang moves very quickly. This kind of manual work is not difficult for anyone who knows how to do it. The first two strokes may be a bit unfamiliar, but once you find the feeling, it will be very fast.

The fresh leaves rustled when they collided, and a green shrimp pot gradually took shape as the fingers flew.

A single shrimp pot is not large in size. It is a long cylinder with a bulge in the middle and narrow ends at both ends. There is a slight gap between the leaves. The middle is woven and fixed with thin leaves, and the bottom edge is also firmly fixed.

One, two, three...we continued until the sixth Yan Fuguang.

It was only then that she felt a sharp pain on her fingertips. When she lowered her head, she saw that several of her fingers had small cuts.

It is estimated that the original owner really did not do any housework in the past eighteen years, and there is not even the slightest roughness on the fingertips and belly.

The camera captured it keenly, and the lens zoomed in again, revealing the wound on the fingertip to the audience.

[Oops, did my sister’s finger get scratched? 】

[Really, really, the camera just captured it, does anyone take a screenshot? 】

【I saw it too! Are palm leaves sharp? 】

【It hurts, blow it!】

[The mission didn’t say to catch shrimps, so you deserve to be sensationalized!]

[Hey, hey, I would like to advise some people not to be so violent. If you don’t like it, get out and stop scolding me here!]

As the popularity rises, keyboard warriors appear more frequently.

The traffic changes in the live broadcast room of the seven guests are in sharp contrast.

Celebrities usually have a large influx of fans as soon as the broadcast starts. The peak appears quickly, but as time goes by, it either remains unchanged or slowly declines. After all, the broadcast time is too early, and it is a 24-hour live broadcast, not a hardcore one.

Fans don't have time to watch all the time.

Yan Fuguang, who appears as a pure vegetarian, is almost the complete opposite.

At first, not many people watched, but everyone found out that this was a treasure girl, and then spread the word, and the popularity of the live broadcast room continued to rise. It is still rising until now, and there is no trend of slowing down.
Chapter completed!