Fishing in the middle of winter is really not much of a pleasant experience.
Especially by the pond, where the temperature is even lower. It's almost evening now, and delicate, glimmering frost has already formed on the dry grass by the water's edge.
By the time the night wind blows, it wouldn't be surprising if a thin layer of ice forms by morning.
But this group of people here—young folks aside with their inherent stamina—even the elderly are full of spirit. Not only can they walk up a mountain while munching on an icy cold raw radish, but they can also sit steadily on little stools by the pond now without a hitch.
The thing is, eating too much radish inevitably stirs up some rumbling in the stomach. Before long, someone let out the first loud fart.
Ah, getting old… the digestive system just isn't what it used to be.
Still, aside from the one surnamed Wang, everyone else here had consumed radishes, so no one said a word. Instead, they seized the moment to ask: