Chapter 311: Every Fisherman is a Talent

"Are the uncles fishing?"

Jiang Chen patted his butt.

He stood up and asked with a smile.

"Yeah, what else can we do in the winter if we don't go fishing?"

"The crops have been harvested, so I can only go fishing to kill time."
These fishermen are pretty kind in other aspects except that they are good at exposing scars.

Jiang Chen glanced toward the lake.

Then he smiled and asked, "How was your harvest today?"

"Hey, stop talking. You've been freezing for most of the day and haven't seen a hair." A fat uncle waved his hand, looking unhappy.

Another skinny middle-aged man also said, "I've tried everything. I've thrown in wheat, corn kernels, and commercial bait, but there's no sign of fish biting the hook."

"I think we should dig some earthworms. Fish love to eat them."

"Why don't you use loaches? Fish like that more."

"You two want to send us all to jail, right? Fishing is just a hobby for us, and we don't expect to get rich by catching big fish, so why would we use loaches and earthworms?"
Jiang Chen gave a thumbs up to the fishermen.

Let’s not talk about their technology.

This awareness alone is worth learning.

"Why are you still flying the J-8? You've been flying it for nearly ten years now, and you don't know how to change."

At this moment.

The fat middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Jiang Chen, asking suspiciously.

The other fisherman took out a pack of cigarettes.

While passing cigarettes to others, he said, "Brothers, have one, and consider it as our contribution to the country."

Sure enough, these fishermen happily took the cigarettes.

While lighting the cigarette, he joked, "Kid, find some time to find your leader and tell him that we smokers have smoked our lungs out of smoke, and ask them to buy you a few better planes!"

"That's right, your Air Force University is too out of date. Every day you're either flying the CJ-6, Y-5, or the J-8."

"I think the L-15 Falcon is pretty good."

"Mountain Eagle is OK."
Jiang Chen looked surprised.

really.

All the fishermen are talented.

Not only do we know what kind of planes are flying in the Sky University.

And I also know the L-15 Falcon and Mountain Eagle.

"Fuck, how do you know so much detail?" Jiang Chen looked at the other party suspiciously and continued, "Tell me, are you spies sent by foreign hostile forces?"

"Under the guise of fishing, you took the opportunity to spy on our army?"

The fat uncle immediately sneered, "You guys at Kongda are so 'real', what else is there for us to spy on besides you students every day?"

"Your Air Force planes fly over our heads almost every day, and our ears have become calloused," added another person.

"It's just the J-8 and CJ-6. If your Air Force University introduces the J-20 someday, I might be interested."

Several other people were also talking at once.

His words were full of disdain for the CJ-5, Y-5 and J-8 aircraft.

In their view.

If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.

If you want to improve your combat effectiveness, your equipment must keep up first.

Jiang Chen deeply agreed with this.

Then he asked curiously, "So your fishing equipment must be awesome?"

These fishermen immediately looked very proud.

"Then~I must!"

"I'm not bragging, I spent thousands of dollars just on those fishing rods."

"Don't underestimate our equipment. All of it costs several thousand dollars."

"I spent more than a hundred dollars just on bait."
Jiang Chen suddenly realized.

Then he continued to ask curiously, "The equipment is so expensive, it must be very expensive."

Fisherman.
"Ah!" Jiang Chen seemed to remember something, and quickly patted his forehead, and continued, "I forgot that the uncles still got nothing today."

"Why is there still an air force when the equipment is so expensive?"

"You were already in the air force last time, right? Why are you in the air force again today?"

"Oh, I see. It must be because the weather is too cold recently. The fish have no appetite, so they don't bite much." The fisherman said.
Hoo~~~ho~~~
Lakeside.

The cold wind blew past.

It scratched the fisherman's face and it hurt!
Several seconds passed.

An awkward laugh finally broke the deathly silence at the scene.

"Haha, this student not only knows how to fly a plane, but also knows how to fish."

"Yeah, it's just too cold, the fish aren't biting."

"If you had come a few days earlier, I would have given you a big carp weighing several kilograms."

"When the weather gets hot next year, I'll show you what real explosive protection is."
Jiang Chen nodded hurriedly.

He understood the fisherman a little better.

Hard mouth!

The only thing left on his body was his tough mouth.

"Oh my god~"

At this moment.

A faint voice suddenly sounded outside the crowd.

Everyone turned around.

Then I saw a pilot who was also wearing a military uniform but had scratches all over his face. He was hunched over, with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

This person is not Liu Yun.

Who is it?
Liu Yun's mouth opened and closed.

The veins on his face were about to pop out.

After taking several breaths, he pointed at Jiang Chen and said, "You~~little, little bastard, you scared me to death, why didn't you jump with me? I saw you after I jumped, you didn't jump right away, instead you pulled up the nose of the plane~"

"If you didn't run away at that time, you would be a waste of time~~~"

"I~~I thought you fell into the lake with the plane, so I was so scared that I rushed over as soon as I landed."

Jiang Chen glanced helplessly at the few fishermen surrounding him.

Then he said, "If I don't pull the nose of the plane up, these uncles will probably be smashed into the lake to feed the fish."

The fishermen looked shocked.

What?
Throw it into the lake to feed the fish?

We were fishing by the lake.

and many more!

Did that plane just now fly right over our heads and then plunge into the lake?

The fishermen finally remembered now.

The plane just now was indeed not far away from them.

It’s probably only about ten meters.

hiss?
Could it be that.

Didn't we just take a walk to the gates of hell without realizing it?

After listening to Jiang Chen's explanation.

Liu Yun couldn't blame him anymore.

Because Jiang Chen's approach was not only not wrong, but also beneficial.

Even if the plane fails to hit these fishermen, as long as there is a slight possibility, the pilot must nip this possibility in the bud.

Liu Yun was almost exhausted.

So I just sat down on the ground.

Don’t think that he jumped out of the sky only a dozen seconds earlier than Jiang Chen.

But for an airplane that travels at two or three hundred kilometers per hour, a dozen seconds is enough to get it far enough.

Jiang Chen looked at the scratches all over his face and couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?"

Liu Yun wiped his forehead.

He glanced at the blood mixed with sweat in his palm.

He shook his head and said, "I can't die."

"Then what should we do now?" Jiang Chen asked again.

"Wait." Liu Yun answered casually, and then said, "Lao Liang and the others should be on their way now. We will leave after they arrive."

(End of this chapter)