Catch the sea: start with a sand shovel and take over the entire beach

Although the boat workers were still indignant, Zhao Qin had already made up his mind that as long as they did not affect the operation of his boat, he would not have to bother with them.

Zhao Qin stood at the gangway and waved to Achen.

When the other party came closer, he said, "We will start the game around 12 o'clock. Let's eat before we start the game. You can arrange the time accordingly."

"I understand, Brother Qin."

After Ah Chen left, Zhao Qin looked up at the sky. It was very hot today, and there was almost no wind on the sea.

He went into the wheelhouse again and took off his shirt. The old cat was already bare-backed. Seeing him naked, he smiled bitterly and said, "Aqin, this weather is a bit abnormal."

"It's okay. I checked the weather forecast yesterday and it said there would be some light rain in the next two days. It shouldn't affect the homework."

Lao Mao wanted to say something, but he was afraid that the forecast was inaccurate. However, he felt a little discouraged and changed the subject. "I never asked you about your business in the United States."

"It's OK. We just talked on the phone yesterday. The temperature there was almost below zero."

"It's only August." said the old cat puzzled.

"Sometimes it snows in September there, and it's deep winter in October. The climate is very bad."

The two chatted casually. Zhao Qin stood on the gangway and looked at the boat on the left from time to time. The other party was quite sensible. At this moment, they were about one kilometer away and were pulling the net in the same direction as him, heading northeast.

His frequent actions let Lao Mao know that there was a boat following him, which was another display of his Chinese quintessence. However, he also knew that he could not get rid of the other party, so he could only vent his anger verbally.

Soon it was past 11 o'clock, lunch was ready, and everyone sat on the deck, each holding a rice bowl and a can of iced beer at their feet.

Feng Xinghua drank the beer in one breath, squeezed the bottle, and was about to throw it into the sea, but Ah He stopped him in time, "My brother doesn't allow throwing garbage into the sea."

Then he pointed to the side of the boat and said, "Throw it into that basket and we'll collect it together when we get off the boat."

"One can per person?" Feng Xinghua wiped the sweat off his face. His home was in the mountains. Although it was not far away, it was still quite cool.

He didn't expect that it would be so hot on the sea, surrounded by water. "It's damn hot."

He glanced at the small bowl of rice again and said, "I can't eat it."

Ah He smiled, stood up and got him another can, "Drink as much as you want, but don't get drunk, otherwise my brother will send you back to the cabin to rest, and we will have fewer chances to be on the same ship in the future.

Brother Hua, don't tell me that you and my brother are cousins. My brother is very strict in this regard and doesn't recognize any relatives.

I have a stake in this ship, including Brother Ping. Ask anyone who dares to get drunk on the ship. My brother would really kick them out.”

Ah He was finally sensible enough and he felt that he had an obligation to explain these things.

Feng Xinghua hummed lightly, and didn't say anything stupid about how he could drink a lot without getting drunk. He silently finished the can in his hand, and didn't drink any more.

But he only ate half of the meal. He was very surprised because except for him, everyone else seemed to not feel the high temperature at all and ate with such relish.

"Even if you're not hungry, you have to eat more. Sometimes if you're delayed, you may not be able to eat on time for the next meal." Ah He advised.

Feng Xinghua forced himself to eat a few more mouthfuls, but he really couldn't eat any more, so he stood up and started washing the dishes. He was very perceptive and didn't take everything for granted just because he was Zhao Qin's cousin.

Just now when Lin Lao Er and A Chen were cooking, he couldn't help much, but now he rushed to wash the dishes for everyone.

After the dishes were washed, Ah He handed him a cigarette. At this moment, the sound of the net was heard from the loudspeaker. Zhao Qin also put on his clothes again and came to the deck.

"Is it hot?" he asked Feng Xinghua with a smile.

Feng Xinghua rolled up the hem of his T-shirt and wiped the sweat off his face, "Aqin, is it this hot every day?"

"Today is special. It's not hot on the boat when there's wind."

Feng Xinghua wanted to chat with him, but when he saw Ah He and Ah Chen coming to the stern to collect the nets, he hurried over and asked, "Ah He, what are we going to do?"

On the ship, if you don't ask, no one will take the initiative to teach you. It's not that everyone is too picky, but mainly because work on the ship is purely based on self-consciousness.

If you want to slack off, no one will say much, but after you go out to sea twice, it is hard to say whether you will be able to follow along the third time.

On the boat, Zhao Qin always had a smile on his face, and you would hardly see him with a cold face. But Lao Mao was different. If he saw someone not following the routine, he would really scold him.

As the nominal captain, he certainly has the right to tell anyone not to get on board.

"It's actually very simple. First, start the reel to pull up the net. When the net comes up, hang it with a rope and lift it up piece by piece with a crane.

Just lay them out on the edge in order.”

Ah He demonstrated as he talked. After a while, he also found the position of the net bag. He tied a knot at the opening with a rope and hung it on the crane.

With the creaking sound of operation, the net bag was pulled higher and higher, and then slowly transferred to the sorting deck.

"A good start." Looking at the bulging net bag, Ah He shouted excitedly.

Everyone immediately followed suit and shouted.

Zhao Qin took a look at the size of the net and estimated that there were about two tons of goods in the net, which was not bad. He smiled and pointed at Ah He.

The latter stood beside the net, grabbed the rope, and with a strong pull, the net seemed to burst, and the goods fell down.

The fish hit the deck, and some were buried by the fish falling from behind before they could react, while others quickly jumped to the side and were kicked back into the pile of fish by the people standing next to them.

"Oh my God, so many fish." Feng Xinghua's eyes widened. It was the first time he had seen such a scene.

Everyone has mixed feelings. The good news is that there isn't much garbage in the net, and the catch is relatively simple at the moment. The bad news is that the fish aren't big, which makes sorting them more difficult.

"Brother, these are all redwoods." Ah He squatted down and started to sort them.

Lai Bao picked up one and took a closer look, then said happily, "Aqin, this is a genuine redwood."

Redwood is a local name for golden thread fish. Of course, it is called differently in different places, such as red three, standing fish, and hanging carp. They all refer to this fish.

There are many types of golden thread fish. There are three common types on the market. One is the authentic local golden thread fish, and the other two are deep-sea golden thread fish and Japanese golden thread fish.

As for the difference, it is very easy for fishermen to identify.

The local golden thread fish has a golden stripe on its head, a red spot above its pectoral fin, and a golden line running down its back to its tail.

The Japanese golden threadfish does not have these three characteristics. As for the deep-sea golden threadfish, it has two golden threads in the belly, so it is also called yellow belly locally.

Among these three types of fish, the local golden thread fish has the best taste and the highest value.

The sizes of the fish caught in this net are relatively uniform, all weighing about half a pound, which is considered large among golden thread fish.

This specification should be able to be sold for around 25 yuan per kilogram.

"Is there any particular way to divide the fish?" Feng Xinghua squatted next to Ah He and humbly asked for advice.

"Sort by species and size. The sizes of the fish in this net are more even, so sorting is easier. Oh, and be careful. The fins of marine fish are very sharp, so don't get poked."

Zhao Qin didn't rush to help. He called Achen to help him tie the rope of the net bag and put the net into the sea.

After finishing, he looked towards the boat on the left. It seemed that the other party was also raising the net, but without the telescope, he couldn't see clearly.

From left to right, local golden threadfish, Japanese golden threadfish, deep-sea golden threadfish