My beast husband is weak and can't take care of himself

Chapter 129 Winter Ice Fishing

After the heavy snow, Arieliya was filled with joy because of the miracle on Mount Arieliya.

When Caiyue went up the mountain, she saw cubs and females picking fruits on Mount Arielianya. She smiled and went up the mountain with a lot of things in her arms.

Mo Jiushao stood at the entrance of the cave, held in Lance's arms, looking at the snow scene in the distance. She felt itchy and wanted to play in the snow.

There was a weight on top of his head, and Lance rested his chin on her head.

Mo Jiushao pointed somewhere and asked, "Where are they going?"

A large group of furry animals with different fur colors running on the snow are quite conspicuous.

“Fishing!”

Lance said leisurely: "Every year when the river freezes over, the wolf tribe will go ice fishing on the river."

Look at the big and small fur balls. This year, in addition to the wolf tribe, there are several other tribes, and they also brought the orcs from Mil Village.

Mo Jiushao's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Let's go and take a look!"

Although the tribe would occasionally send them fish to eat, she knew that was an occasional gift. In the past, the orcs did not go out of their way to fish because there was not much fish and it smelled fishy, ​​so most orcs did not like to eat it.

But since Mo Jiuzhang taught them how to deal with the fishy smell of fish, have they lost weight? They have also developed a great interest in fish, but before the tribe had many things to do, they still mainly hunted.

It was a rare cold winter with heavy snow and wind, and they had a few days of leisure time. They couldn't sit still and wanted to get some fresh meat to eat.

On the river bank, the wind was whistling, and my paw pads were still a little cold when they stepped on the ice.

The leading Wolf Creek asked his tribesmen to clear the snow on the ice surface, and they dug out an ice hole in one go. Ice foam flew everywhere and stuck to the silver-white wolf's hair, making him look a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Milcun and others followed suit.

Unlike the wolf orcs, they came here with a playful mood. They came here for food.

Although the tribe gave them enough food to survive the winter, they were afraid of starving, so it was always a good idea to prepare more food.

Kachi Maomao's face was full of determination and his claws moved quickly.

Langxi, who had already dug a hole in the ice, saw this and pushed him away: "I'll do it, I'll do it!"

The wolf's claws would grow long after being sharpened, and now was not the hunting season, so he wouldn't feel bad even if he dug a few holes, but he heard that these fallen... ahem, orcs from Mil Village, although they were quite powerful in beast form, their recovery ability was still much worse than that of ordinary orcs.

Since they have performed well in the tribe, please help them if you can!

Seeing this, the other wolf orcs also dug a few more holes and called the orcs from Mil Village over.

Kachi looked at his tribesmen without saying anything.

But they decided that if they had a harvest, they could share some with the wolf tribe.

When Mo Jiushao arrived, the river was full of orcs wearing thick fur coats and fishing.

Kachi threw the fishing hook into the ice hole like Wolf Creek did, and then pricked up his ears to listen to the movement below.

The movement under the ice was getting louder and louder. Kachi's furry face was full of seriousness. He noticed the movement on the line. He held his breath and did not pull the line immediately. He waited for the taut line to loosen slightly. He immediately pulled it up and felt the weight in his hand.

This is definitely a big fish!

He raised his wrist, and suddenly the muscles in his arm tensed, veins on his hands bulged, and he slowly stood up following the force of his hand. With a click, the fishing rod broke.

Kachi had a gloomy face, and he quickly grabbed the fishing line and wrapped it around his hand a few times. The thin line tightened his flesh, but he didn't care. With a sudden pull, the fish jumped out of the water. A wolf orc who was watching beside him quickly picked up the vine net on a nearby tree, caught the fish and threw it onto the ice.

After the fish struggled for a while and was gradually frozen, Kachi smiled widely when he saw this fish that was as tall as a man and weighed hundreds of pounds.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately I caught it!"

If such a big fish escaped from his hands, he would be so angry that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

"Wow!"

"Aww... this fish is so big and looks so plump!"

"Ahh...Kachi, can I trade you ten medium-sized fish?"

Those near Kachi are all young people from the wolf tribe.

They have simple personalities, are lively and cheerful, and are more familiar with the orcs in Mil Village, so they say whatever they think.

"this…"

Kachi was a little embarrassed. Although the wolf tribe was close to them, if it were normal times, he would be willing to exchange with them.

But the God's birthday was approaching, and the village of Mil did not have much resources. He wanted to give this rare big fish to the priest and Helan as a sacrifice to the High Priest.

Before Kachi could finish, Langxi took the bamboo fishing pole and hit them one by one: "Shut up, the fish are all scared away!"

"Ouch...ow..."

Some people scratched their heads and went back to their seats, while others complained loudly: "It's obviously your own poor skills. If you can't catch any fish, then you can't catch any fish. Don't blame us for everything."

Langxi's face darkened and he glared at him: "Just wait, I'll catch it soon!"

As he spoke, Langxi dug another hole in the ice, moved his position, and lowered the hook into the water.

No wonder Wolf Creek had a mental breakdown.

There were forty or fifty orcs present, and the wicker bags next to them were all filled with fish. However, he was unlucky and had not caught a single fish in such a long time.

Even the orcs from the Mil village who were ice fishing for the first time started to make some gains, and without exception they were all big fish.

In comparison, the zero harvest at Wolf Creek was really tragic.

Mo Jiushao tugged at Lance and asked, "Why not use a fishing net?"

Lance blinked and asked with a smile, "Do they know about fishing nets?"

The river bank was covered with snow, but the cold weather could not stop the enthusiasm of the orcs on the ice. Fish were caught one after another, and everyone pushed and pulled each other, falling into a ball from time to time. But they held on tightly to the vine bags filled with fish in their hands.

Mo Jiushao looked at the rattan bags they used to store fish and laughed, "They know, but they just don't know how to use it!"

When they transported the first batch of war spoils ashore, Mo Jiushao went over to take a look.

Langxi was shocked: "Helan?"

Mo Jiushao squatted in the snow and looked at the fish: "Not a bad catch?"

"Hey, it's okay!"

"Thanks to the protection of the priest, the fish in the river are much bigger this year!"

"It's still very cold today, Helan, please take care of yourself!"

Kachi mustered up the courage to ask, "Herran, do you want to eat fish?"

Mo Jiushao looked at Kachi who was speaking and said with a smile: "I think so. Fish soup is the most comfortable in winter!"

Seeing Mo Jiushao looking over, Kachi scratched his head, pointed at the big fish he caught, and said embarrassedly: "We caught a very big fish today, I want to give it to you and the priest to taste!"

Mo Jiushao smiled and said, "Great, thank you!"

"Haha, Helan, this fish, Kachi, is absolutely delicious!"

"Yeah, we haven't caught a really big fish yet!"

"Such a big fish is rare, it's perfect to give it to Helan and the priest!"

After they were done being excited, Mo Jiushao said with a smile: "That's not necessarily true. This river is so big, there might be even bigger fish!"

Hearing this, Langxi glanced at his empty rattan bag and sighed, "If only I could catch some fish!"

Mo Jiushao tilted his head and smiled: "Why do we have to fish? Can't we use a net?"

"net?"

"How to get online?"

Seeing the orcs' confused looks, Mo Jiushao said to the people from Langxi, "Can you give me your rattan bags?"

"Of course!"

Although rattan bags are called rattan bags, they are not made of rattan in appearance. They are made from tree vine fibers twisted into threads, and then made into net bags with holes like woven bamboo baskets. They are very sturdy and durable.

Mo Jiushao processed the six rattan bags, and then explained what the fishing nets were used for while slowing down the movements.

The orcs all stared with wide eyes as they watched the fishing net gradually taking shape in Helan's hands.

Is this still possible?