This net going down, Weng Xingban and Ruan Yu had a full harvest.
Various types of fish from the subtropical rainforest, fat and lively, almost filled their fish baskets.
The fish baskets were placed in the middle compartnt of the boat, which was filled with fresh water to prevent the fish from dying due to lack of water. When getting off the boat, they could directly take the baskets and leave with the fish, not leaving a single one behind. If they put the fish directly into the compartnt's water, they would have to catch them again when getting off the boat, which would be troubleso!
No matter where, at ho or abroad, the wisdom of the working people is endless.
When the fish filled the baskets, Ruan Yu looked downstream of the East Pa River and said, "Brother Xingban, it's really nice after the flood! So many fish! If we cast another net... huh?"
As she spoke, Ruan Yu's expression changed, and she imdiately pointed to Liu Zhizhong, who was more than a hundred ters away, and shouted, "Ah! Brother Xingban, look, there's a person hanging there!"
"What?"
Following Ruan Yu's snow-white finger, Weng Xingban looked and exclaid, "Ah! It really is a person, a hanged ghost?"
"How pitiful! To actually be hanged here..." Ruan Yu's sympathy overflowed, but she quickly found sothing amiss.
"Hey, Brother Xingban, that's not right! Look, that person isn't hanged, the rope on his back has bound him! What does that rope look like? Oh, what's the fabric on the rope?"
Weng Xingban frowned as he looked, "Oh, I get it, it's a parachute! He... fell from the sky? A pilot?"
"Ah? A pilot?"
"Probably, right? Let's go check it out! If it's a dead body, let's dig a hole and bury him here! It's not right to let him hang here, too pitiful!"
"Mm, okay!"
Ruan Yu readily agreed.
After all, by the riverside in the rainforest, there are always so unidentified corpses. When people see them, this is how they handle it.
Around this area, besides the Warlords' managent office responsible for collecting taxes, conscripting labor, and buying fish and grain, there's no police station or similar entity to handle public security.
Speaking of public security, the local people here are all considered self-governing, or it's just the village chief or clan leader of a village handling affairs. Life is a bit tough, but relatively speaking, the public security is at least passably decent!
Of course, in many places in Valbon, it's like this. Whether they are fishern, grain farrs, or those hunting or growing fruit, they are all under the managent of village chiefs and clan leaders.
In such circumstances, things like village tyrants or clan mbers are still quite common.
In the towns, there are town bullies; in the cities, city bullies. Only, in towns and cities, the bullies are mostly connected with the Warlords, doing whatever they please!
The big place bullies are truly living on the edge with drinking, smoking, gambling, and other vices, being a nace to one side. With military backing, they are indeed lawless. Allowing them to indulge and exploit the people is fine; asking them to handle unidentified corpses, they wouldn't co and would even find it unlucky.
So, Weng Xingban and Ruan Yu could only follow the usual practice, intending to bring Liu Zhizhong down from the tree and then bury him.
Sigh... what can be said?
It seems that no matter where, in the end, it's the beasts who bear all the burdens?
The two people's small fishing boat approached, and with joint effort, Weng Xingban held Liu Zhizhong's body while Ruan Yu used a knife to cut the parachute rope from the prop root of the giant red tree, a really tough task...
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