Chapter 11: The Art of a Fisherman Lin Heng turned his head and saw his nephew Lin Wei fling a crab with a smack, causing it to hit a rock and die. “Damn it, a dead crab!” Lin Wei, sucking on his finger, kicked it a few more times in frustration. “Did it break your skin?” Lin Heng asked. “It’s fine, just a scratch from the claw,” Lin Wei shook his head, moving closer to Lin Heng. Rural kids are tough; minor injuries are nothing, and they keep playing once the pain subsides. “Be careful.…