"Brothers, stick to the plan!" Luke shouted, and the riverside imdiately beca lively.
Ten fishing boats spread out, their oars churning the water.
Then the fishern sank huge seine nets into the river.
These nets, ticulously improved, tightened as soon as they hit the water.
"Hold the formation! Don't let the fish escape!" Captain Reg's veins bulged on his arms, the hemp rope in his hand taut like a bowstring.
Dark shadows darted wildly beneath the water, surging like a tide.
"They're in the net! They're in the net!"
Soone shouted first, and the entire river suddenly exploded.
Fat-headed river fish crashed against the nets, but the iron-tight formation of ten boats left them no escape.
The fishern, quick-handed, tightened the ropes, securing them firmly.
The water surface instantly erupted with countless splashes, and fish leaped out of the water, their silver scales shimring in the sunlight, a beautiful sight.
"Pull faster! Don't let the net loosen!"
"Haha, this is the most fish I've ever seen in my life!"
The fishern's arms tensed as they pulled together.
The encircling net continuously contracted, its heavy weight even causing the boats to tilt slightly.
By the ti the last net was fully pulled in, the boats were piled high with lively, jumping fish.
Each fish was much larger than a typical river fish, shimring with an inviting luster, their plump bodies constantly writhing.
Their catch this ti exceeded everyone's imagination!
A full two thousand fish, enough for the entire Red Tide Territory to eat for several days!
On the other side of the riverbank, the fishern casting nets were also working at full capacity.
"The net-casting angle must be precise, otherwise, you'll miss the fish!" An experienced old fisherman instructed a young apprentice beside him.
The inexperienced young man took a deep breath, held the fishing net steadily with both hands, and then threw it out forcefully.
The net traced a perfect arc in the air, enveloping a group of fish that had not yet escaped.
"Got them!"
He excitedly tightened the rope, and the water surface imdiately churned with large splashes, as two-foot-long fat fish were caught, struggling desperately.
"This one's huge!" He excitedly held up a fish as long as his arm, and his companions around him looked on with envy.
"If this one were used for soup, I can't imagine how delicious it would be!"
A group of people grinned from ear to ear, their movents becoming even faster.
Although their catch was not as much as the encircling net group, they successfully caught hundreds of fresh fish, and everyone's wooden buckets were packed full.
On the other side of the riverbank, the traditional fishing group, composed of local residents, was engaged in another form of hunting.
Each of them held a gleaming fish spear, their eyes almost bulging into the river.
"Here they co!"
A seasoned fisherman suddenly swung his arm, and the fish spear pierced the water.
"Pfft!"
Bloody foam rose to the surface, and a large fish weighing a full three catties was firmly speared, struggling desperately but ultimately unable to escape its fate.
In this short ti, the wooden buckets at their feet were already stacked with seven or eight large fish, their tails still flapping over the rim of the buckets.
And further out on the shallows, so fishern quietly placed fish traps into pre-arranged snares, waiting for fish to mistakenly enter.
"Wait a little longer... wait..."
Suddenly, a fisherman's eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled up the fish trap.
"Caught them! A full dozen or more!"
They cheered excitedly; although these fish were not large, their flesh was delicate, making them the most popular delicacy.
The entire fishing operation lasted several hours before the fishern slowly pulled in their nets.
Every boat was piled high with live fish.
They flapped their scales, their tails slapping with a "slap, slap" sound, splashing water everywhere.
"Three thousand fish! A full three thousand!"
When the final count was revealed, the entire dock erupted.
"Lord Louis is truly brilliant; he said there would be fish today, and there truly were!"
"We've never seen such a fishing thod before, to catch so much at once!"
"Lord Louis not only knows how to govern his territory, but he's also amazing at fishing!"
The fishern excitedly high-fived each other, patting each other's shoulders, their faces full of joy, praising Louis.
Even those fishern who had been skeptical about today's fishing were now completely convinced by the facts.
Luke stood aside, watching this scene, feeling an indescribable shock.
His initial apprehension had long been replaced by pleasant surprise.
He truly hadn't expected Louis's prediction to be so accurate, even incredible.
He couldn't help but look up at Lord Louis standing high on the dock.
Louis had a faint smile on his face.
Seeing the satisfied smiles on the fishern's faces, his mood also brightened.
He knew he had just taken the first step in leading the Red Tide Territory out of its predicant.
The Red Tide Territory's food crisis could finally be alleviated.
And today's catch was just the beginning; ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) this was a long-term industry.
As a transmigrator, Louis, of course, knew the importance of sustainability, so he had long ago formulated a comprehensive fishing strategy:
First, to ensure the continuous reproduction of fish stocks, Louis required that the sh size of all fishing nets be enlarged.
This allowed immature small fish to easily escape and continue to grow, awaiting the next breeding season.
Furthermore, fishing was only allowed during fixed periods each day, and there had to be at least one day of fishing moratorium each week, giving the river and fish stocks ti to recover.
Only in this way would future catches be endless, rather than suddenly depleting one day.
And not just wild fishing, Louis also planned to establish specialized aquaculture zones.
Selecting so high-quality fish as breeding stock to cultivate in specific water areas.
Making the fishing industry more stable, rather than entirely dependent on nature's bounty.
Louis looked at the mountain of fish piled on the dock, wondering how to process them.
No matter how much food there was, if it wasn't managed properly, it would turn into waste.
"Let's hold a celebration feast," Louis thought.
It just so happened that in a few days, it would be exactly one month since he arrived at the Red Tide Territory.
This was a day worth commorating.
In this month, the Red Tide Territory had transford from a barren land lacking resources and with low morale.
Order was gradually restored, and with the construction of fisheries and agriculture, the lives of the people gradually gained hope.
Louis knew this was not entirely his own credit.
So this banquet was not only to celebrate the abundant fishing harvest but also to comnd the fishern, craftsn, and soldiers who had contributed to the Red Tide Territory.
However, the banquet could only consu a portion of the catch; a large quantity of fish still needed to be properly processed.
Although this was only enough for over a thousand people for a few days, fishing was a long-term industry.
The caught fish could not be wasted; ultimately, they needed to be preserved for a long ti, to prepare for tis of food scarcity in winter.
Louis suddenly thought of a thod for long-term fish preservation, and he wanted to try it out.
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