Going north: A winner in life starting from a kid
Chapter 9 - The Birth of a Fishing Enthusiast and Antique Firearms

Chapter 9 The Birth of a Fishing Enthusiast and Antique Firearms

Bai Zimo patted his forehead!

Dahuazi was causing trouble everywhere tonight.

“Dahuazi, think about your mom’s feather duster and that 40-meter-long saber that’s still sheathed!”

Dahuazi muttered, “But I didn’t say anything wrong!”

Shao Xingchi said irritably, “So I said something wrong?”

Liu Yuling came out, supporting her waist!

“Hey, Xingchi, is this how your father taught you to speak so rudely?”

“Mom, eat while it’s hot, they’re being so annoying.”

“Watch your mouth!”

“Aunt Ling, what happened to you?” Bai Zimo asked,

“Auntie’s fine, just an old problem—my back pain is acting up.”

“And where’s Uncle Shao?”

Liu Yuling said, “He’s probably still at work and hasn’t come back yet. You boys needed to see him?”

Bai Zimo smiled, “We just brought Siyie over to get familiar with the place!”

“That’s good. Come visit Auntie often when you have time.”

“Dahuazi, Siyie, let’s go watch the stars!”

We cried.

We laughed.

We looked up at the sky.

Only a few stars were still shining.

We sang the songs of time, and finally understood why we hold each other tight—because it’s beautiful to leave footprints behind when fate brings us together.

In that courtyard were four young boys, each carrying his own burdens. Zhou Haikuo lived under strict discipline from his parents and grandfather, unable to pursue freedom.

Bai Zimo had lost his parents, suffering a severe lack of parental love. Xie Wang’s situation was a bit better, but because of his father’s notorious reputation, he often took the blame for things.

Shao Xingchi’s family wasn’t well-off financially, and his father often verbally abused him after drinking. As for Dahuazi, her mother Li Yan was extremely strict, always nagging and finding faults. Yet, she kept her joy to herself while passing her pain onto others.

In reality, no one’s childhood could be completely happy. Everyone could find themselves in one of these stories.

_____

Midsummer night. The stifling air and the buzzing mosquitoes made it hard to sleep. Even with a mosquito net, it was impossible to fend off the persistent little pests. Bai Zimo tossed and turned before getting out of bed.

Glancing at his digital watch—only eleven o’clock. The lights in the alley were already out. On Flower Street, only the docks were still lit, with some boats working the night shift.

Since he couldn’t sleep, he decided to get dressed again, grabbed his fishing rod and net, picked up a flashlight, and headed to the riverbank to fish.

Under the starry night sky, the canal glistened with ripples. The croaking frogs fell silent as he approached. Just as Bai Zimo was casting his line, he heard a splash from the river. There was a black figure moving slowly under a willow tree nearby.

“Could it be a water monkey?” (A mythical creature.)

Bai Zimo shuddered, recalling some eerie legends. He quickly picked up a rock and hurled it toward the figure.

“You little brat, throwing rocks at me! Were you trying to bust my head open?”

Bai Zimo: “…”

Seriously, how was he supposed to know you were underwater?

Shining his flashlight over, he recognized a familiar face.

“Grandpa Huang! What are you doing underwater so late?”

Grandpa Huang, known as “Wave Rider Huang,” made his living on the canal too—but not by piloting boats. He specialized in fishing.

“I just set some traps. Don’t mess around! Bai boy, since when did you become a fisherman?”

Bai Zimo rubbed his chin—Did fishing at night make him an official “fishing guy”?

“Where?”

“Out here fishing in the middle of the night instead of sleeping—what else would you call it? Fishing guy! You should be learning how to date instead!”

“Old man, I’m still in elementary school!”

“News says you gotta start finding a wife early—you know nothing!”

“What news?”

“Dunno if it was CCTV or MTV. Had a ‘V’ in it, anyway!”

Bai Zimo was speechless.

Maybe it was a site starting with ‘A’ instead…

_____

“Hey!”

When Bai Zimo pulled his fishing rod again, he felt something heavy.

“Bai boy, you caught a fish already?”

“Doesn’t feel like it. Probably snagged something.”

“Hold on, let me show you how it’s done.”

“No need, Grandpa Huang! Stay in the water.”

Since starting his Bajiquan training, Bai Zimo had gained some strength. He managed to pull up the object—but was stunned.

[Ding! You have caught an antique firearm and gained the Skill: Skilled Knife Techniques!]

Huh!

Bai Zimo perked up instantly. No matter how strange the catch, as long as he got a reward, it was fine!

“Bai boy, what’s that black thing you pulled up?”

“A handgun! Feels heavy—definitely not a toy.”

Since Grandpa Huang had already seen it, Bai Zimo couldn’t quietly stash it in his system space.

“What—? Bai boy, don’t mess around with it!”

“What should I do, toss it back?”

“No way! You have to report it to the authorities. Let me get to the shore and call the police.”

“So I have to wait here?”

“Maybe you’ll even get a reward!”

_____

The next day, the news spread all over Flower Street. Bai Zimo went fishing late at night and hooked a Mauser C96, also known as the “Broomhandle” pistol!

Some even exaggerated the story, saying he fired it and drew the police over!

“Bai Zimo, I heard you were ‘shooting your gun’ last night—how did it feel?”

Bai Zimo had a face full of black lines.

“Dahuazi, if you can’t talk properly, just don’t talk at all!”

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.