Farming Games are All About Grinding
Chapter 301 - 292: Fishing King Tournament Invitation

Chapter 301: Chapter 292: Fishing King Tournament Invitation

Fishing on a rainy day feels pretty nice—no need to worry about sunburn, and the bite rate is higher. Tiny raindrops trickle off the edge of his raincoat, dripping onto the soil below.

Before he even finished a stick of sugarcane, Han Qiwu triggered today’s first fishing mini-game.

"Let’s see which lucky fish gets to enjoy this exciting interactive game."

Upon closer inspection, he found that it was still a rare tiger spot.

"You’re pretty lucky."

The tiger spot: "...Want to trade this luck?"

In just under a minute, Han Qiwu reeled in the tiger spot successfully.

Simultaneously, another system prompt appeared:

[Congratulations! You’ve obtained a tiger spot fry.]

[Tiger Spot Fry (Silver Star Quality)]

[Maturity Time: More than 5 days]

[Yield: Grouper Roe (Silver Star Quality)]

"A great start! Looks like my fishing luck today is decent."

Feeling great, Han Qiwu cast his line again enthusiastically.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Half an hour later.

Han Qiwu bit into another stick of sugarcane, sipped some juice, and tugged firmly on his fishing rod.

[Pomfret: Movement pattern is charging; skill effect is reflective.]

"Oh? A new fish species appeared?"

Han Qiwu glanced at the game interface. The pomfret icon was a white diamond shape.

"Interesting skill effect. I recall pomfrets are also called mirror fish—this must be where the skill comes from."

Han Qiwu cautiously brought the fishing progress bar up to around 80% before testing with a glare strike.

The moment the glare landed on the pomfret, its body surface revealed a mirrored patch, reflecting the glare directly back onto the float.

In an instant, Han Qiwu’s in-game fishing vision narrowed down to the tiny area around the float.

"So... I just blinded myself?" Han Qiwu chuckled. "That’s actually a pretty nifty ability."

Too bad the pomfret’s overall difficulty wasn’t high. Even without using skills, Han Qiwu reeled it in after the blindness effect wore off.

The pomfret he pulled up had a small head and big mouth. Its body was slightly flat but not like a flounder; its eyes were still positioned on either side.

"We’ll grill it tonight—it should taste pretty good." Han Qiwu quickly planned its fate and resumed casting his line.

Not long after, he heard someone call out from behind him,

"Young fella, how’s the haul today? The groupers here aren’t bad, huh?"

Old Huang ambled over slowly, holding an umbrella, a fishing rod, and a tackle box in hand, visibly delighted.

Finally found you!

Han Qiwu was a bit surprised. He wasn’t sure if Old Huang had spotted his earlier tiger spot catch or just knew fish like that were around here all along.

"Not bad—I just brought up a pomfret," Han Qiwu replied with a smile. He reached for the pomfret in his bucket and pulled it out.

"A white pomfret? Oh, this one’s good—helps with the kidneys." Old Huang chuckled as he walked closer.

Just like before, Old Huang shamelessly sat down beside Han Qiwu and slowly set up his fishing rod.

No doubt about it—he planned to fish together.

Han Qiwu felt a touch of helplessness. With Old Huang here, collecting fish would be a bit of a hassle.

Oh well, hassle it is—worst case, fish for a while and leave.

Thankfully, Old Huang was considerate in his own way. After sitting next to Han Qiwu, he set up a large parasol that covered them both, blocking the drizzle outside.

"Fishing, ya know, is all about having the gear ready. Whether you’re professional or not, it’s all in the setup," Old Huang said smugly. Then, he dragged over two folding chairs and reclined comfortably.

"Want one? Try it?"

Han Qiwu chuckled and pointed at the brazier beneath him. "No need—this keeps me warm."

Old Huang pouted but said nothing more, focusing instead on mixing fishing bait while muttering to himself, determined to outdo Han Qiwu.

Ever since witnessing Han Qiwu’s fishing skills last time, he’d gone back home to research diligently, consulting countless fishing buddies. At last, he came up with a few bait recipes he was quite satisfied with.

Back in town for days, he’d finally tracked down Han Qiwu.

To be fair, Old Huang could’ve just asked around for Han Qiwu’s whereabouts—but his pride wouldn’t let him.

He had to bump into him on his own terms.

When you get older, some stubborn things turn into battles with yourself.

After fishing together for over twenty minutes, Han Qiwu’s bucket was already full. Seeing no signs of Old Huang leaving, he had no choice but to stand up with his bucket and say, "Mr. Huang, you take your time. I’ve got things to do, so I’ll head out first."

"Hey, don’t rush!" Old Huang scrambled out of his folding chair upon hearing that. When he glanced at Han Qiwu’s bucket, he deflated instantly.

Like a withered eggplant.

"Kid, are you the Dragon King’s heir or something? How do you catch so many?" Old Huang asked, a bit exasperated. Looking at his own bucket, which held only two groupers, he couldn’t help feeling unconvinced.

He’d thought this silent war of fishing skills might last a few hours!

Who would’ve guessed it’d end in twenty minutes?

Han Qiwu smiled. "Just lucky today. Take your time and stay safe."

"Wait a sec—in April, I’ll be organizing Rong City’s Fishing King Tournament. Interested in joining?" Old Huang said seriously, pulling out a crimson, gold-edged invitation card from his pocket.

Han Qiwu took one look and was immediately intrigued. He reached out and accepted it.

This thing was glowing.

[Fishing King Tournament Invitation]

[Usage Time: April]

[Note: The Fishing King Tournament has very generous rewards.]

"Looks like this Fishing King Tournament is a special event. There should be some unique rewards. Might as well give it a shot," Han Qiwu thought to himself.

"I’m interested. Thank you." Han Qiwu replied sincerely.

This old man, despite always interrupting his fishing, never failed to leave him something good. Last time it was money; this time, an invitation.

Good soul.

May he live a long life.

"Smack!"

"Great! You’ve got guts! I’ll call you beforehand. The rewards for the top three this time are fantastic—not only cash but also high-grade fishing rods," Old Huang said, clapping his hands. "I’ll be competing too—let’s have a showdown."

Han Qiwu: "..."

Sir, can’t you just enjoy being a judge?

That said, since Old Huang was so insistent, Han Qiwu could only reply cheerfully, "Alright, see you then."

With that, Han Qiwu grabbed his bucket and made his escape.

On his way past the trading point, he sold the extra fish he didn’t need.

[Through trading, you earned 3616 gold.]

"If Mr. Huang hadn’t interrupted me, I could’ve doubled that," Han Qiwu thought, a bit regretful. After some thought, he checked the trading menu and spent 1000 gold on a milky white fish soup.