Zhang Yang walked straight to the shore, not stopping his stride, and continued swiftly towards the south.
The surrounding area didn't look like an old fishing spot. Why? Because even though there's a small path on the ground, there are very few traces of fishing activity here. Even the grass on the shore is growing quite lushly, unlike a place with frequent human activity.
After walking a bit further, Zhang Yang slowly stopped.
There were still some bait remnants and packaging traces on the ground, and not far behind, there were instant noodle buckets, bread packaging, mineral water bottles, simple trash gathered in a plastic bag but not taken away, just brazenly left there.
Zhang Yang observed the surroundings and said, "This area must be an old fishing spot! Look at the packaging on the ground!"
Xiao Yi glanced down, saw many packages of old altar corn, rice for making wine, and other baits, the ground was well-trodden, and there were faint traces of man-made fishing spots.
