Chuan Shu 80: I am doing scientific research on the island

Chapter 158 Experience the fun of catching the sea

"Comrade Wenjun, look at this..."

Song Wenjun gave him a calm look and said to Wen Chunsheng who had already walked out, "Old party secretary, are you at home? These two are from the provincial capital and work in the same system as Yunting."

Lu Yunting?

Wen Chunsheng stood stiffly in the yard, at a loss.

"Director Luo looked for the second uncle yesterday, and he wanted to come to the old branch secretary at night. Now that we have met, let's come over and have a chat."

Talk about shit.

Song Wenjun is not the Song Wenjun of the past who could manipulate her at will. Now she has eight hundred tricks. Does he think he has a long life? Take the initiative to give her life?

"Haha, he turns out to be Yunting's colleague. I have other things to do, so you guys have fun."

As he spoke, he returned to the house, no matter what Lu Youshan called him, he pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Song Wenjun couldn't help laughing, "Second Uncle, it's a big tide today, don't you go to catch the sea? You can make money with your own hands, and spend it comfortably."

One sentence exposed his purpose of following Luo Zifeng, and the angry old man spit and flew around.

"Song Wenjun, just be bad and wait for Yun Ting to come back and deal with you. You little whore, I'm so angry."

Lu Youshan left angrily, and Song Wenjun shrugged helplessly.

"Director Luo made me laugh. Everyone said that family ugliness should not be publicized. Lu Yunting is very unfortunate to have relatives with bad views."

"Comrade Wenjun, you handled it very well. You broke it when it was time to break it and stood up when it was time to stand it up. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to lose my face and have to let him mess around."

"Stop talking, let's quickly go for a walk in the fields, and then I will take you to the sea."

There was nothing to see in the fields. If she wanted to test the soil composition, she could buy some reagents and tinker with them.

You can't let Luo Zifeng come here for nothing, can you?She directly took him to the highest point of the island, pointed to the unnamed island in the distance and said, "Have Director Luo been to the island over there?"

what?

It is expected that he will go to that island tomorrow, why did Song Wenjun ask this all of a sudden?

"not yet……"

"Oh, let's go down, it's windy here."

Luo Zifeng looked confused, what do you mean?Tired wheezing and panting, and left within a minute?

He didn't know that Song Wenjun was deliberately trying to trick him. At this moment, she was planning in her heart, whether Luo Zifeng could take her to that small island.

After thinking about it, it is definitely not possible. The island is extremely mysterious. Anyone who lands on the island must have registered in advance and their background has been clearly investigated.

"Go, go to the sea!"

Catching the sea is so addictive.

Both Luo Zifeng and Xiao Zhang went to the sea for the first time. After the sea water receded, the exposed beach had fine sand. Stepping on it with bare feet felt like stepping on cotton, and there was no need to worry about being scratched by stones.

What's interesting is that many clams hidden in the sand will be felt by the feet first, and when they are picked out, they are all fat and big.

"The island has outstanding people and a pleasant climate. It will definitely become rich after it is developed in the future."

"Director Luo has great foresight, the only shortcoming is that it is too trendy."

This is indeed a big problem, but the two of them didn't feel the damp bedding last night. They listened to the waves crashing on the shore in the dead of night, and cured Luo Zifeng's insomnia for more than ten years.

After experiencing the fun of catching the sea, the two picked up more than ten catties of clams. Before the high tide, the three came to a beach, and someone lined up to hand over the picked seafood to a young man.

"Director Luo, have you sold your clams too?"

"How much can this sell for?"

I would definitely eat it all, and I probably wouldn’t be able to sell it for a few bucks. The two looked at each other and both smiled.

"Eighteen catties and four taels, eight cents a catty, the total is..."

Zhao Yang frowned and counted for a long time, and Song Wenjun couldn't help but remind him, "One dollar, four cents and seven cents."

"Song, Song Wenjun?" Zhao Yang exclaimed.