Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 18 A Bumper Harvest in the Fisheries

"Brothers, let's go according to plan!" Luke shouted at the top of his lungs, and the shore immediately became lively.

Ten fishing boats lined up in a row, their oars churning the water and creating splashes.

Then the fishermen lowered huge seine nets into the river.

These nets have been carefully modified so that they tighten up as soon as they sink into the water.

"Hold the formation! Don't let the fish escape!" The veins on the boat captain Reg's arms were bulging, and the rope in his hand was taut like a bowstring.

Dark shadows darted about underwater, surging in like a tidal wave.

"We're connected! We're connected!"

I don't know who started yelling first, but the whole river suddenly seemed to explode.

The fat, big-eared river fish splashed against the net, but the iron barrel formation of ten boats left them no way to survive.
The fishermen quickly tightened the ropes, securing them firmly.

The water surface was instantly splashed with countless waves, and fish leaped out of the water, their silvery scales shimmering in the sunlight, a truly pleasing sight.

"Pull it up quickly! Don't let the net go loose!"

"Haha, this is the most fish I've ever seen in my life!"

The fishermen stretched their arms and worked together to pull upwards.

As the netting continued to tighten, its heavy weight even caused the boat to tilt slightly.

When the last net was completely hauled in, the boat was piled high with lively, wriggling fish.

Each fish was much larger than the average river fish, shimmering with an alluring luster, their plump bodies constantly turning.

Their gains this time exceeded everyone's expectations!
More than two thousand, enough to feed the entire Red Tide Territory for several days!

On the other side of the riverbank, fishermen casting their nets were also giving it their all.

"You have to be precise when casting the net, or you'll miss the fish!" the experienced old fisherman instructed the young apprentice beside him.

The inexperienced young man took a deep breath, gripped the fishing net firmly with both hands, and then threw it out with a jolt.

The net traced a perfect arc in the air, trapping a group of fish that had not yet escaped.

"bingo!"

He excitedly pulled the rope tight, and the water surface immediately churned up, trapping two-foot-long fat fish that struggled desperately.

"This one is huge!" He excitedly picked up a fish that was as long as his arm, and his companions cast envious glances at him.

"I can't even imagine how delicious it would be to make soup with this!"

The group of people were so happy they could hardly contain their joy, and they worked even faster.

Although their catch was not as large as that of the purse seine teams, they still managed to catch hundreds of fresh fish, filling each of their wooden buckets to the brim.

On the other side of the riverbank, traditional fishing groups composed of indigenous people are engaging in another form of hunting.

They were all clutching gleaming harpoons, their eyes practically bulging into the river.

"coming!"

A seasoned fisherman swung his arm sharply, and the harpoon pierced the water.

"Pfft!"

Blood foam rose to the surface of the water. A large fish weighing at least three pounds was firmly speared, struggling desperately, but ultimately could not escape its fate.

In just a short while, the wooden buckets at their feet were piled high with seven or eight large fish, their tails still thrashing about outside the rims.

Further out in the shallows, some fishermen quietly placed fish traps into the pre-arranged snares, waiting for the fish to stumble in.

"Wait a little longer... wait a little longer..."

Suddenly, a fisherman's eyes lit up, and he quickly lifted the fish cage.

"We caught them! There were more than a dozen!"

They cheered excitedly. Although these fish were not large, their flesh was delicate, making them a very popular delicacy.

The fishing operation lasted for several hours before the fishermen slowly hauled in their nets. Every boat was piled high with live fish.

They flapped their scales, their tails slapping loudly, splashing water everywhere.

"More than three thousand fish! More than three thousand!"

When the final statistics came out, the entire dock erupted in cheers.

"The lord is indeed a man of brilliant foresight; he said there would be fish today, and there really is!"

"We've never seen a fishing method like this before, catching so much in one go!"

"My lord, you not only know how to govern your territory, but you're also amazing at fishing!"

The fishermen clapped and cheered excitedly, patting each other on the shoulder, their faces beaming with joy as they praised Louis.

Those fishermen who were initially skeptical about fishing today are now completely convinced by the facts.

Luke stood aside, watching this scene, feeling an indescribable shock.

The initial anxiety had long been replaced by surprise.

He really didn't expect Louis's prediction to be so accurate, it was even unbelievable.

He couldn't help but look up at the lord standing high on the dock.

Louis had a faint smile on his face.

Seeing the satisfied smiles on the fishermen's faces, he felt happy too.

He knew he had just taken the first step toward getting the Red Tide Territory out of its predicament.

The Red Tide Territory's food crisis can finally be put to rest.

Moreover, today's fishing is just the beginning; this is a long-term industry.

As a time traveler, Louis naturally understood the importance of sustainability, and thus formulated a meticulous fishing strategy early on:
First, in order to ensure the continued reproduction of the fish, Lewis required that the mesh size of all fishing nets be increased.

This allows immature fry to easily escape, continue growing, and wait for the next breeding season.

Moreover, fishing is only allowed at fixed times each day, and there must be at least one day of closed season each week to allow rivers and fish time to recover.

Only in this way can the future catch be continuous, instead of suddenly drying up one day.

And it's not just about wild fishing; Louis also plans to establish dedicated aquaculture areas.

Select a portion of high-quality fish as breeding stock and cultivate them in specific waters.

To make the fishing industry more stable, rather than relying entirely on nature's bounty.

Louis looked at the mountains of fish piled up on the dock and wondered what to do with them.

No matter how much food you have, if it's not managed properly, it will become a waste.

"Let's throw a celebration party," Louis thought.

In just a few days, it will be exactly one month since he arrived in the Red Tide Territory.

This is a day worth commemorating.

In this month, the Red Tide Territory has transformed from a resource-poor wasteland with low morale.

Order was gradually restored, and with the development of fishing and agriculture, the lives of the people gradually regained hope.

Louis knew it wasn't entirely his doing.

Therefore, this banquet was not only to celebrate the bountiful fishing harvest, but also to honor the fishermen, craftsmen, and soldiers who had contributed to the Red Tide Territory.

However, the banquet could only consume a portion of the catch, and a large quantity of fish still needed to be properly handled.

Although this is only enough to feed a little over a thousand people for a few days, fishing is a long-term industry.

The fish caught cannot be wasted; they need to be preserved for a long time to prepare for food shortages in winter.

Louis suddenly thought of a way to preserve fish for a long time, and he wanted to try it out.

(End of this chapter)