The Top Fishing Master

At this moment, Marokov was standing in the back of the small truck, listening to the villagers' needs, picking out the sea products they wanted, weighing and packing them into barrels.

Although Marokov said he was transporting sea products, he was essentially selling them.

Almost every villager who came by filled a large barrel, paid, and took it home.

From time to time, people would glance at Lin Yang and the other two, as foreign faces were still rare in this area.

Marokov, with a cheerful smile, said something they couldn't understand, explaining to the villagers.

Soon, the villagers who wanted to buy sea products had mostly come, and after waiting a little longer without anyone else showing up, Marokov chose not to wait any longer and closed the truck's back door, heading to the town.

Before long, the small truck arrived in the town. The truck driver, Marokov, dropped Lin Yang and his companions in front of a small hotel in town.

"This is the hotel. It's getting late, and I think you might need this place. My home is too simple; otherwise, I'd invite you both to be my guests. Hua Country and Russia are forever friends. Goodbye, Davari."

After dropping them off, Marokov used a mobile translation app to bid farewell to the three.

"Thank you, Marokov Davari."

Once Marokov let them off, he hurried off, clearly having other deliveries to make in town.

After bidding goodbye to Marokov, Lin Yang was the first to enter the hotel.

After attempting to communicate in English and Mandarin without success, they had to resort to using a translation app on their phone to book a room.

As Marokov said, it was indeed getting late, and they really needed a place to rest.

By this time, it was already mid to late December, and the weather on the Far East region's peninsula was extremely cold.

In this kind of weather, taking a bath every few days or even every ten days wasn't a problem.

So they didn't bring much clothing, traveling light.

After all, taking a bath in such weather was an ordeal.

Unless you went to those bathhouses in the Northeast, which were really comfortable.

Lin Yang had once gone with Wang Bo before, an unforgettable experience for a southerner.

The hotel didn't provide meals, so after booking the room, they inquired at the front desk about places to eat in town.

After resolving their meal situation, they headed to the car rental place in town, rented a three-wheeler in advance.

The rental wasn't expensive, but since they were outsiders, the deposit was nearly enough to buy a brand-new three-wheeler.

Lin Yang tried riding the three-wheeler and found it slightly different from a regular tricycle.

Previously, when driving a tricycle, you might unconsciously sway to either side.

But with the three-wheeler, it would involuntarily veer towards the direction of the cargo bed.

Initially, it was a bit uncomfortable, but after a while, he quickly got used to it. Driving it was almost no different from a tricycle.

The biting cold wind howled past, and the group in the cargo bed was fully geared up.

The car rental was not far from the hotel where they stayed, and the three-wheeler reached there quickly.

After resting for a night in the hotel, the three got up early, checked out, had breakfast in town, and started their journey on the three-wheeler.

Following the map, they drove along the highway near the river, against the flow of the water.

From time to time, they would control the flying fish to check the river to see if there were any salmon, especially those with roe.

But the trio had just embarked on their journey, and since they weren't far from the river mouth, it was unlikely to find salmon with roe.

The two were riding the three-wheeler, and when the highway began veering away from the river with no signs of returning, Lin Yang decided to continue along paths inaccessible to cars.

By noon, the two had advanced over a hundred kilometers, but hadn't found any salmon with roe to their liking.

They found a restaurant in a nearby town for lunch and continued along the river.

By afternoon, they started seeing some salmon with red bodies.

However, these salmon that had only swum over a hundred kilometers were already worn out, evidently not in good shape.

The quality of such salmon wasn't good, so the three didn't stop for them.

Those that swam the furthest would take three to four months and could reach over a thousand kilometers.

However, the Kamchatka Peninsula isn't that big, unable to provide an environment for salmon to migrate over a thousand kilometers.

While riding, it got dark, and it was only a little past four o'clock.

But given their high latitude location, early nightfall was normal.

With darkness setting in early, Lin Yang had to detour to a nearby town to rest for the night.

They set off again the next day.

However, they hadn't gone far when the trio stopped.

Ahead was a small waterfall, about two to three meters high.

This was a watershed, only the strong salmon could swim against the current up this small waterfall and continue their journey to their birthplace.

While those less strong, or already exhausted, would stop here.

A large number of salmon laid their eggs here, dragging their weary bodies to the side to await death or having already perished.

This place was also an excellent hunting ground for other animals in the area.