[Young Master was so adorably squatting there guarding the water; who understands my aggrieved feelings.]
[I've noticed, Young Master tends to bully the weak and fear the strong. If anyone else asked Young Master to take a fishnet, they'd probably get scolded, but Shu Wan had him holding the fishing net here for half a day, and he only dared to complain a bit behind her back.]
Fu Yang stood around for a bit longer, confirmed that there was no chance of catching any fish, and turned to leave.
Just at that moment, the sound of rushing water suddenly came from not far away.
Fu Yang turned his head and saw the water in the channel in front of him rising quickly, about to spill over to his side.
Fu Yang quickly picked up the fishing net and blocked the outlet; soon after, the water surged forth, with big fish darting straight into his net.
Fu Yang changed the fishing net several times, but couldn't contain all the fish slipping through from the upstream currents.
