"What are you buying? I'll just give it to you,"
The man waved his hand generously, although a bit puzzled: "Kid, are you planning to make your own fishing rod?"
"Yes, uncle."
Lin Li took the hook and fishing line, turned around, and broke off a branch with just the right thickness and a small fork at the end from a dead tree by the riverbank.
He tied one end of the fishing line to the fork of the branch and the other end to the small hook.
Actually, Lin Li had a fishing rod in his gourd. Although not expensive, it definitely worked and was better than a branch.
But it would be hard to explain taking it out now, so he had to make do with this for the moment.
"What the heck? Lin Li, are you betraying the group?" Bai Bufan watched with amusement from the side.
The fishing enthusiast also watched Lin Li with interest, a tolerant smile on his face as if watching a child play house:
