I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 3 Want to Go Fishing

"Brother, what is that?" Little Yan asked with wide, curious eyes. She had been silently observing Lu Qing as he worked diligently, and now that the bamboo tool was finished, she couldn't hold back her questions.

"This is called a fishing rod; it’s used for fishing. Whether we’ll have anything to eat today depends entirely on this." Lu Qing gave the bamboo pole a experimental flick, testing the weight and flexibility in his grip. He felt quite satisfied with the result.

In his past life, he had been a dedicated angling enthusiast. He occasionally made small rods for his own amusement back then.

He never imagined that such a hobby would prove useful in this world.

The little girl's eyes instantly lit up. "Brother, can you catch fish?"

"I can't say for certain yet, but we'll soon find out. If our luck is good, we'll be drinking fish soup later."

"Fish soup..." Just the mention of it sent Little Yan into a trance-like daydream, and a bit of drool nearly escaped the corner of her mouth.

"Brother, let's go fishing quickly!"

The little one was growing restless with anticipation.

She hadn't tasted fish in a very long time—not since the last New Year, when their father had purchased a large one from the market.

To her, the memory of fish was synonymous with incredible deliciousness.

"Don't be in such a rush; we still have to collect some bait."

Finding bait was a simple task. Lu Qing headed to a shaded, damp corner of the yard where the soil was rich. After turning over the earth a few times, he found exactly what he was looking for.

[Red earthworm: A great helper for loosening soil, seemingly can also be used as medicine.]

Lu Qing ignored the strange notification regarding the earthworm's medicinal properties and dropped it into a bamboo tube.

He wasn't digging these up for healing purposes; he had no knowledge of medical skills.

Once the tube was sealed—leaving only a tiny air hole—Lu Qing slung the rod over his shoulder and picked up a weathered wooden bucket. Together, the siblings walked out of their home with heads held high.

They hadn't traveled far from their small courtyard when a woman blocked their path.

"Lu Qing, you're better? You can actually walk?"

The woman was carrying a basket of laundry, evidently returning from the river. Her voice was thick with astonishment.

Wasn't it common knowledge that the Lu boy was deathly ill? People said he was barely breathing, and even Elder Doctor Chen had suggested that his survival was in the hands of fate.

How was it possible that he was out and about, full of energy, after just one day?

Only last night, the neighbors were whispering about when they would have to help collect his body.

"Yes, Aunt Wang. I’m not sure how, but after sleeping for two days, the illness just faded. I felt strong enough to leave my bed this morning," Lu Qing replied, mimicking the reserved tone of the body's original owner.

Luckily, the previous host was a quiet youth, making the act easy to maintain.

"Brother got better after drinking Grandpa Chen’s medicine!" Little Yan chirped in from his side.

Aunt Wang didn't notice anything unusual about Lu Qing’s personality. Seeing him standing there looking healthy brought a smile to her face.

"It's good that you've recovered, truly good," she repeated several times.

She felt a genuine sense of relief.

Over the past two days, several village elders had visited Lu Qing and concluded he wouldn't survive the night. The village had already begun debating what would happen to Lu Xiaoyan if her brother passed away.

The consensus was that a local family should adopt her, with the village contributing a small fund for her care.

To her annoyance, her own husband had come home insisting on taking Little Yan in. He claimed that during a past famine, when the village fled together, the Lu patriarch had shown him great kindness. He couldn't bear to see the man's last descendant suffer.

Aunt Wang was far from thrilled at the prospect of another mouth to feed.

However, she didn't dare argue with her husband openly, so she had spent the night praying for Lu Qing's recovery.

Seeing him alive and well now made her truly happy.

With these thoughts in mind, she spoke to him with newfound earnestness. "Ah, Lu Qing, you must look after your health from now on. Little Yan has only you to depend on. If something happened to you, what would that poor girl do all by herself?"

Lu Qing was a bit taken aback.

In the memories he inherited, Aunt Wang was never known for being particularly warm or caring.

Nonetheless, he replied politely, "I understand. Thank you for your concern, Aunt Wang. I will take good care of Little Yan."

"Good, you're a sensible boy," Aunt Wang said, feeling satisfied.

As long as Lu Qing remained alive, her husband wouldn't try to adopt the girl, and her worries were over.

With her mood lifted, she finally took notice of what the children were carrying.

"Why are you carrying a bucket and those bamboo poles? What are you planning?"

"Aunt Wang, my brother and I are going to catch fish!" Little Yan announced joyfully.

"Catch fish?" Aunt Wang asked, looking confused.

She looked at the bamboo pole and the battered bucket. How could they possibly catch fish with that?

Then, considering the Lu family's dire situation, a thought struck her.

Were these two so starving that they intended to wade into the river to grab fish by hand?

Aunt Wang spoke up quickly, "You must be famished. Come back to my house; I have some food left. Lu Qing, you’ve only just recovered. Why are you heading to the river? Don't catch a chill and fall ill again."

"Don't worry, Aunt Wang, we aren't going into the water. We're just going to try fishing from the bank," Lu Qing explained with a smile, politely turning down the charity.

While a free meal was tempting, they couldn't survive on the village's pity forever.

Eventually, even the kindest neighbors would grow resentful of the burden.

"Fishing? Lu Qing, do you even know how to do that?" Aunt Wang asked, surprised.

She knew what fishing was, but no one in their village was good at it. Was Lu Qing an expert?

"I know a little. My father mentioned it before, so I wanted to give it a try," Lu Qing answered.

Aunt Wang recalled that Lu Qing’s father was literate and had traveled beyond the village. His knowledge was certainly broader than most locals.

Perhaps he had taught his son a secret technique.

Still, she remained concerned. "There's no need to rush. You've only just gotten better; you need rest. Is fishing really that simple? Don't get sick again standing by the cold water for hours without a single catch."

If Lu Qing relapsed in his weakened state, he might not survive a second time.

Lu Qing recognized the genuine worry in her voice and felt a touch of warmth.

"I'll be careful, Aunt Wang. I won't push myself too hard."

She tried to argue further, but seeing his determination, she eventually gave in. "Then promise me you won't step foot in the river."

"I promise, we won't go in. Goodbye, Aunt Wang."

As Aunt Wang watched the siblings walk toward the edge of the village, a realization hit her.

"Right, I need to tell that stubborn man of mine that the Lu boy is fine. He can stop thinking about adopting the girl now."

She hurried home, while the Lu siblings encountered several more villagers on their way out.

Every person they met was shocked to see Lu Qing walking and asked about his miraculous recovery.

Each time, Little Yan would happily explain that Grandpa Chen’s medicine had cured her brother.

This news not only surprised the villagers but also increased their reverence for Old Doctor Chen.

The doctor's skills must have reached a divine level if he could pull Lu Qing back from the brink of death like that.

Shock aside, the villagers were happy for the Lu family. Lu Qing’s survival meant their family line wouldn't be extinguished.

When they heard he was going to the river, they all warned him against it, fearing the cold water would harm his fragile health.

Lu Qing had to promise repeatedly that he would stay on the shore before they let him pass.

However, when they realized he was actually planning to fish, their interest vanished.

Who didn't know about fishing?

Many villagers had tried it themselves in the past.

The river fish were fat and tasty, and they were free to anyone who could catch them. Naturally, many had been tempted.

But almost everyone who tried eventually quit.

The consensus was that fishing was simply too difficult and inefficient.

One could wait half a day only to catch a couple of tiny minnows. Even a larger fish wasn't worth the lost labor time.

With fields to tend and chores to finish, wasting hours for a single fish was seen as a luxury they couldn't afford.

They assumed Lu Qing was only trying it because his family’s fields were neglected and they were completely out of food.

Once they understood his motives, they stopped trying to dissuade him and went back to their work after a few final reminders.

However, a group of older children found Lu Qing's plan fascinating.

They trailed behind the siblings toward the river, eager to see exactly how he intended to catch anything.