I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 3 Want to Go Fishing

"Brother, what is that?" Little Yan asked with wide, curious eyes. She had been silently observing Lu Qing as he worked, and now that he had finished crafting the bamboo tool, she couldn't contain her wonder.

"This is called a fishing rod; it's used for fishing. Whether we'll have anything to eat today depends entirely on this." Lu Qing gave the bamboo rod a light flick, testing the tension. He felt quite satisfied with the result.

In his past life, he had been a dedicated angling enthusiast who occasionally enjoyed the hobby of hand-making small rods.

He never imagined that this particular skill would prove useful in this world.

The little girl’s eyes suddenly lit up. "Brother, can you catch fish?"

"It’s hard to say for sure, but we’ll give it a try. If fortune favors us, we’ll have fish soup to drink tonight."

"Fish soup..." At the mere mention of the dish, Little Yan drifted into a daydream, her mouth nearly watering at the thought.

"Brother, let's go fishing quickly!"

The little one was growing restless with excitement.

The last time she had tasted fish was a very long time ago. It was during the New Year when their father had purchased a large fish from the market town.

In her memory, that flavor was the definition of delicious.

"Don't be in such a hurry, we still need to prepare some bait."

Finding bait was a simple task. Lu Qing headed to a damp, fertile corner of the courtyard. After digging into the soil a few times, he unearthed exactly what he was looking for.

[Red earthworm: A great helper for loosening soil, seemingly can also be used as medicine.]

Lu Qing ignored the strange notification regarding the earthworm's medicinal properties as he dropped it into a bamboo tube. He wasn't digging these up for medicine; he had no knowledge of medical skills.

After sealing the tube and leaving a small ventilation hole, Lu Qing slung the rod over his shoulder and picked up a weathered wooden bucket. The two siblings set off, walking toward the village exit with a sense of purpose.

They hadn't traveled far from their small courtyard when they were halted by a local woman.

"Lu Qing, you're better, able to walk?"

The woman, carrying a basket of freshly washed laundry, stared at him in disbelief.

Her voice was heavy with shock.

Word had spread that the Lu family boy was deathly ill, drawing his final breaths. Even the respected Elder Doctor Chen had visited and suggested his survival was in the hands of fate.

How could he be walking around so energetically only a day later?

Just the previous evening, the neighbors had been whispering about when they would need to help collect his body.

"Yes, Aunt Wang. I don't know how, but after sleeping for two days, my illness slowly got better, and this morning I could get out of bed," Lu Qing replied, mimicking the quiet demeanor of the body's previous owner.

Fortunately, the original host was a reserved youth, making him easy to imitate without raising suspicion.

"Brother got better after drinking Grandpa Chen's medicine!" Little Yan chirped from his side.

Aunt Wang didn't notice anything different about Lu Qing’s personality. Seeing him standing there healthy brought a smile to her face.

She nodded repeatedly, saying, "It's good that you're better, really good."

Internally, she let out a massive sigh of relief.

Over the last two days, several village elders had checked on Lu Qing and concluded he likely wouldn't survive the night.

The village had already begun debating what would happen to Lu Xiaoyan if her brother passed away.

The elders suggested that a local family should adopt her, with the rest of the village contributing a small fund for her care.

To her frustration, Aunt Wang’s husband had insisted on taking the girl in. He claimed that during a past famine, the Lu family patriarch had shown him great kindness, and he couldn't let the man's last descendant suffer.

Aunt Wang was far from thrilled at the prospect of another mouth to feed.

She didn't dare argue with her husband openly, so she had spent the night praying for Lu Qing's recovery.

Seeing him standing there now made her genuinely happy for her own sake.

With these thoughts in mind, she spoke earnestly: "Ah, Lu Qing, you must take good care of yourself in the future. Little Yan only has you to rely on now. If you were not here either, what would she do, all alone?"

Lu Qing was a bit taken aback.

From the memories he inherited, Aunt Wang wasn't known for being particularly warm or caring.

Regardless, he gave a polite nod. "I understand, thank you for your concern, Aunt Wang, I will take good care of Little Yan."

"Good, that's a smart boy," she replied, feeling satisfied.

As long as the boy lived, her husband would drop the adoption idea, and her worries would vanish.

Now that her mood had improved, she finally took note of what the children were carrying.

"You are holding buckets and bamboo poles; what are you going to do with those?"

"Aunt Wang, my brother and I are going to catch fish!" Little Yan shouted happily.

"Catch fish?" Aunt Wang asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

What could they possibly catch with a simple bamboo stick and a leaky bucket?

She glanced at their ragged clothes and the state of the Lu home, and a realization hit her.

Were these two so desperate for food that they were going to wade into the river to grab fish by hand?

Aunt Wang spoke up quickly, "You must be hungry. Come, come back to my house with me, I still have some food there. Lu Qing, you've only just begun to feel better, what are you doing going down to the river? Don't catch a cold and get sick again."

"Don't worry, Aunt Wang, we're not going into the river, we just want to try fishing from the shore," Lu Qing said, offering a polite smile as he turned down the charity.

A free meal was tempting, but he knew they couldn't survive on the pity of others forever.

Eventually, even the kindest neighbor would grow resentful of a constant beggar.

"Fishing? Lu Qing, do you even know that skill?" Aunt Wang was genuinely surprised.

She knew what the word meant, but fishing wasn't exactly a common or successful trade in their village. Did this boy actually know what he was doing?

"I only know a little, heard about it from my father before and wanted to try," Lu Qing explained.

Aunt Wang recalled that Lu Qing’s father was a literate man who had seen the world outside the village. His knowledge was certainly more vast than that of the average farmer.

Perhaps he had taught the boy a secret technique.

Even so, she remained worried. "There's no hurry at the moment. Your health has just started to improve; you need to rest more. Is fishing really that easy? Don't end up catching a cold again because you stood by the river for too long without catching fish."

If Lu Qing relapsed now, his weakened body might not survive a second time.

Lu Qing recognized the genuine concern in her voice and felt a flicker of warmth.

"Don't worry, Aunt Wang, I'll be careful and won't overdo it."

She tried to argue further, but seeing his determination, she eventually relented. "Then you have to promise Aunt Wang, you absolutely must not go into the river."

"Okay, we absolutely won't go into the river. Goodbye, Aunt Wang."

As the siblings walked toward the edge of the village, Aunt Wang suddenly remembered something important.

"Right, I must hurry and tell that stubborn man at home that the Lu boy has recovered, so he can drop the idea of adopting the little girl."

She hurried home while the Lu siblings encountered several more neighbors on their way out.

Every villager they met was stunned to see Lu Qing on his feet, asking how he had cheated death.

Every time, Little Yan would proudly declare that her brother was saved by Grandpa Chen’s medicine.

This only boosted the villagers' reverence for Elder Doctor Chen.

The old man’s medical expertise was reaching legendary heights; to bring someone back from the brink of the grave like Lu Qing was nothing short of miraculous.

Once the shock wore off, the neighbors expressed their happiness for the Lu family. By surviving, Lu Qing had ensured his family’s lineage wouldn't end.

When they heard he was heading to the river, they all warned him against it, fearing the cold water would bring back his fever.

Only after Lu Qing gave his word that he would stay on dry land did they let him pass.

Furthermore, the mention of "fishing" caused most of them to lose interest.

In their eyes, fishing was a fool's errand.

Many had tried it before, tempted by the fat, succulent fish in the river that cost nothing to catch.

But they had all eventually given up.

The task was simply too grueling for the reward.

One might wait half a day just to pull out a couple of tiny minnows.

Even a decent-sized catch wasn't worth the lost labor. Everyone had fields to tend and chores to finish; wasting hours for a single fish was a luxury they couldn't afford.

They assumed Lu Qing was only trying it because his family’s fields were barren and he had no food left in his cupboards.

Satisfied with his explanation, the adults gave him a few more pointers and went back to their work.

However, a group of older village children found the idea fascinating.

They trailed behind the siblings, eager to reach the riverbank and witness exactly how Lu Qing planned to catch his dinner.