When Henry Su arrived at the river, he realized that the river surface was frozen.
A group of boys lay on the ice, smashing a hole as big as a washbasin. They held a fishing line in their hands and looked inside intently.
Before long, the fishing line began to shake up and down. The boy, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, had enough strength at that time, and he pulled the fishing line up with a tug of his arm.
A black fish weighing about seven or eight pounds was jumping on the ice, its tail swinging back and forth, splashing a lot of water.
The boys' clothes were also splashed, but no one cared about it at the moment.
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