The fish in Chen Wenjun's fishing net were enough to fill several barrels. He alone couldn't pull all the fish ashore, and dragging the net through the water risked tearing it on underwater rocks, which would be counterproductive.
He knew he couldn't afford to be reckless given the current situation and could only lean on the bamboo pole forcefully, waiting for Lin Qin to come over.
The water here reached Chen Wenjun's thighs; when Lin Qin arrived, half of her body was submerged.
As the fishing net rose, the fish inside had less room to move, increasing the impact against the net.
Lin Qin scooped up a whole barrel at once, several fish jumped out, luckily falling back into the net and not escaping.
Chen Wenjun shook his head repeatedly, "This isn't working, you should load less and make more trips, or if it doesn't work, I'll do it while you hold the bamboo pole for me, sound good?"
