How to Build a Good Relationship with Tang San

Jerry excitedly ran up to Tang Hao on his short little legs. "Uncle Tang Hao, is Little San here? I want to play with him."

Hearing Jerry's childish voice, Tang Hao slightly opened his bleary eyes and glanced at him. "Little Jerry, huh? You're looking for Little San? He went to the Back Mountain to play. Go look for him there." With that, he closed his eyes again. After all, Jerry was just a three-year-old brat, so Tang Hao did not think much of it.

"Thanks, Uncle Tang Hao. I'll go find Little San!" With that, Jerry ran toward the Back Mountain.

Tang Hao then thought of Little San. The boy was somewhat withdrawn and never played with the other children in the village. Little Jerry was the same age, so perhaps they could get along. Thinking that, he went back to sleep in peace.

By the time Jerry reached the Back Mountain, he was panting heavily. A child's body was really weak. He had barely walked any distance and was already tired. It looked like he needed to exercise more in the future. But when he thought about fooling Tang San, he suddenly found renewed energy and quickened his pace.

The so-called Back Mountain was merely a small hill, around forty or fifty meters high. A winding path led straight to the top. Children occasionally came here to play, but adults rarely did.

After immense effort, Jerry finally climbed to the top of the hill. The air was fresh, and the view was excellent. With one glance, he could take in the entire village.

There was a large boulder on the hillside, and a child sat atop it. This should be Tang San. He looked ordinary and somewhat skinny, clearly a malnourished child. He wore cloth clothes that had been washed nearly white, but they were very clean. He was different from the other children. As expected of someone with an adult soul—he knew to keep himself clean!

How should he approach Tang San? He suddenly found himself at a loss.

Wait, I was a child now. I just needed to act like a child. But how did children act?

With an adult soul, pretending to be a child suddenly felt a little shameless.

Forget it, I'm a child now, so why am I overthinking this? But Tang San also has an adult soul. Based on my experience reading hundreds of fanfics, Tang San is a hypocritical double-standard bastard who holds grudges over the slightest offense. In his past life, he stole Tang Sect secret manuals despite being just an outer disciple. His scheming must be extraordinarily deep! I can only test the waters first!

"Tang San, Tang San, what are you doing?" Jerry asked.

"Little Jerry? I'm not doing anything, just taking in the scenery. Did you come up here to play?" Tang San said.

When Tang San heard someone calling him, he quickly stopped working. He looked at Little Jerry and realized he was the Village Chief's grandson. His Mysterious Heaven Skill had long since reached the first level, but he had been unable to break through, which had been bothering him. At home, he had a drunkard father who did nothing and still waited for Tang San to cook. But he had a father in this life and was no longer an orphan. This hard-won family affection was something Tang San cherished deeply.

"I noticed you're different from the other children in the village. You're more sensible, so I wanted to ask you to come get something to eat with me. Eating porridge every day is so bland. Let's get some meat," Jerry casually made up an excuse.

When Tang San heard that Jerry wanted to get food together, he immediately became interested. That was right—if they could get some food themselves, they could improve their meals. With that thought, he hurried down.

"Little Jerry, where are we going to get food?" Tang San asked.

"There's a waterfall west of the Back Mountain. I saw lots of fish below it. Let's go catch fish there," Jerry said. After all, he needed to build a good relationship with Tang San. He could not ask for cultivation methods right away. If Tang San became suspicious, he might not even survive past the third episode! Better to be careful!

"But the water there is a little deep. We're both too short to go in," Tang San said.

As long as one did not give up, there were always more solutions than difficulties. If they could not catch fish by hand, could they not fish with rods?

"I have a way. Let's go home and prepare some tools first. Once we have the tools, we can catch whatever fish we want. Trust me!" Jerry said confidently. As a veteran Fisherman, getting some tools together was easy enough!

With that, he and Tang San ran back to the village. Jerry returned home first and found two needles from memory. They were a little large, but everyone wore rough cloth and hemp clothes, so the needles they used were naturally not small.

"Tang San, your home is the Blacksmith Shop. Can you help me forge something? I'll draw it for you. It's very small and won't take much material!" Jerry said as he drew the shape of a fishhook on the ground.

"This? It looks easy. I can forge it myself. Come on, let's go to my house!" Tang San said, then pulled Jerry along.

When they arrived at the Blacksmith Shop, Tang Hao was still lying lazily in front of the door.

"Dad, we want to forge a small item," Tang San said.

"Forge something? Do you know how?" Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes and asked.

"It's something simple. I can do it!" Tang San said. He had even forged the Buddha Fury Lotus in his previous life. Forging a tiny fishhook like this was nothing.

"Then go ahead." Tang Hao closed his eyes and continued sleeping.

Tang San then began forging. His movements were skillful, and he finished quickly.

Looking at the fishhook in his hand, Jerry tested it. It was very sharp. Being handmade, it was indeed far better than the mass-produced ones from machines in his previous life.

Jerry was a Fisherman, not a beginner, so he generally used barbless hooks. That way, the fish suffered less harm.

He then had Tang San forge several more hooks of different sizes. They did not yet know how large the fish were, so it was best to prepare extra for later use.

With the hooks done, they found a roll of thick hemp cord. The thread used by commoners in this world was quite thick. Jerry tugged at it a few times and found it very sturdy, more than suitable for fishing line. But how would they solve the float problem?

So he and Tang San went out to search. They finally found some dried reed stalks by the riverbank. Jerry tossed one into the water to test it. Its buoyancy was decent, so it would work, though it could not be used for too long because it would absorb water. There was no waterproof coating now, so they could only make do.

With the float material secured, and given their limited conditions, they simply cut it into short sections to use as Seven Star Float. For the sinker, they found a scrap iron sheet in the fertilizer pile at Tang San's home. Though it was not lead, the material was soft enough to roll up and use.

For Fishing Rods, they used two bamboo poles about four meters long. There were longer bamboo poles, but they were somewhat thick and inconvenient to hold. Jerry knew of a type of bamboo that was both thin and long, but the village did not have any. They could only use ordinary bamboo for now, fish first to see the conditions, and improve the equipment later.

Looking at the two Fishing Rods Jerry had made, Tang San asked, "Jerry, can these tools really catch fish?" After all, Tang San's Tang Sect in his previous life had been in Shu. He had been adopted by the Tang Sect and lived in the mountains from childhood. As someone from ancient times, he had never seen modern fishing equipment!

"Don't worry, there definitely won't be a problem!" Jerry was extremely confident—the confidence of a veteran Fisherman!

To be honest, he did not know who it was in his previous life who got skunked every day yet was especially addicted. Whenever he had nothing to do, he would head to the river and cast a couple of times. Many anglers nearby knew him, and behind his back they called him the Turtle Immortal Air Force Commander!

Yet that certain someone had no idea. He caught few fish, his skills were average, but he had amassed a huge pile of equipment and spent all his living expenses on it! Still, whenever fishing came up, he was full of confidence. If anyone said anything about him, he could argue with them for half the day.

PS: New author here, please send Recommendation Tickets!

As a new author, I wrote a lot in one go at the beginning, then realized many things had not been explained clearly and revised them!