Fisherman's Secret

This time the Chinese government acted quickly enough. After taking away the mountain shells, they immediately blocked the coastline. A cordon was drawn up around the fishing village wharf. Two coast guard ships marked with the Chinese Maritime Safety Administration roared from Jingcheng to the east. In the direction of Zhuang, search for shells left on the seabed.

Only then did the third uncle know what he had fished up, and he couldn't help sweating his brow. The third aunt poked his forehead and scolded him for two full hours without uttering a word.

scold!

He didn't even know fart, so he dragged something on the net and dragged it home. If Fang Jing and Xiao Ze weren't there, if the shell exploded at home, it would be scary to think about it.

The third uncle was so scolded that his head drooped and he didn't dare to reply. He squatted under the jujube tree in front of the house with his head in his arms and sighed, deeply aware of his mistake, and said that he would never make it again next time.

Wen Bo was holding a bag of open fruits given by Fang Jing and was eating vigorously. Seeing that his grandfather was scolded so disgraced and pitiful, he took out a pistachio and handed it to the third aunt: "Grandma, eat pistachios, don't scold me!" Grandpa, he didn't mean to."

The grandson was so filial, he was almost killed by this old fool. The third aunt was so angry that she beat the third uncle with a fire stick: "If you drag your things home in the future, you will pack up your bed and get out!"

Fang Jing stood in the distance and looked at it for a while, and after he felt that there was nothing wrong, he and Cen Jiu went home slowly.

Along the way, Cen Jiu grabbed his hand so hard that his bones were about to break.

Knowing that he was scared today, Fang Jing didn't say a word, followed Cen Jiu back home step by step, Fang's mother stood at the gate, her face was terribly pale, when she saw Fang Jing coming, she rushed over and slapped him on the chest superior.

"You child, why are you so worried, you really scared me to death just now!"

Knowing that his mother must have been terrified just now, Fang Jing knew he was wrong, and persuaded him kindly: "Mom, am I okay? Besides, Xiao Ze is here. He came out of the army and knows the seriousness." Looking at Xiao Ze, he said, "Really, Xiao Ze?"

Xiao Ze nodded: "Auntie, it's not easy for the shell to detonate. I'm just worried that everyone will accidentally catch fire because they don't know the severity."

It's a bit difficult to open your eyes and tell nonsense. The earth cannons of the 40s are not skilled enough, and they may detonate if they are knocked casually.

"That's not allowed. When encountering such a thing in the future, you can show me as far as you can, do you understand?" Fang's mother was so angry that she patted Fang Jing's back several times. Country women are very energetic when they are farmers. Fang Jing was unprepared for a moment, and fell forward, almost falling.

"Mom, be gentle, your heart will be shot out." Fang Jing complained.

Fang's mother gave him a sideways glance, ignored him, and turned to pat Xiao Ze again: "Xiao Xiao, you too, it's such a dangerous thing, others can't run it, you still rush to catch it, it's luck that nothing happened , what if something goes wrong?!"

Thinking about the situation at that time, Mother Fang was afraid for a while. She wanted to slap Xiao Ze on the head like Fang Xiaole, but she was not tall enough. In the end, she patted Xiao Ze on the back several times like Fang Jing: "In the future, both of you Don't do such dangerous things again, so does little Cen Jiu, don't rely on your strength, dare to touch anything, do you understand?"

Two big men and one and a half big men were trained like quails, drooping their heads and not talking.

"I know, I know, when we meet people around us, we will never walk around and not go up. Mom, if you have anything else to say, we will definitely listen to you."

Only then did Mother Fang let them go, and went to the inn with the vegetable basket to cook for the guests.

I don’t know what the young people think now. It’s the twelfth lunar month and they still don’t go home. They would rather stay in this remote village than go to work. They spend a lot of money in the inn every day. Woolen cloth!

"Mom, you are a novelist, and your daily job is to stay at home and write novels. Our quiet environment is good, and people are looking for inspiration here!" Fang Jing couldn't laugh or cry.

"Got it, got it." Mother Fang left with the vegetable basket, leaving the three men looking at each other.

Fang Jing was the first to react, ran out of the yard, and shouted at Fang's mother's back: "Mom, you go to the inn, what are the three of us eating at home?"

Mother Fang said without turning her head: "There are vegetables at home, you can cook what you want to eat yourself. If you don't want to do it yourself, I will prepare it later and send it to you."

Only then did Fang Jing go back to the house resentfully.

All of them have careers and even don't care about their sons. When he was still working in other places, Mother Fang loved him so much. As soon as he came home, he would put down his busy work and take good care of his son. , how could he be so careless as he is now, far away and near smelly, this statement couldn't be more correct.

Because of the shells, the fishing village has become much quieter recently. Everyone likes to go out to sea to cast fishing nets twice, but now they are resting.

Within two days, news came that the Maritime Safety Administration had discovered a sunken small warship in the sea area where Sanshuwang’s shells were located. At the same time, more than a dozen of the same mountain shells were found. At present, the Maritime Safety Administration has organized underwater blasting. Experts are preparing to conduct underwater blasting of the dozen or so shells.

If the third uncle didn't take his reckless behavior seriously before, now there is only joy and regret.

He actually dragged such a dangerous thing back home from two nautical miles away, and it didn't detonate along the way. It's really because the ancestors burned high incense, and the Bodhisattva blesses it.

Early in the morning on the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, Ye Chi came to the door.

At that time, Fang Jing and Cen Jiu were lying on the bed, wanting to have a warm and thoughtful meal, but they just took off their clothes when they heard someone coming in.

Mother Fang and the others went to help at the inn early in the morning. Fang Xiaole studied hard, and the weather was cold. During the winter vacation, she always slept until noon. Chi, a little heartless, just pushed the door open and came in.

Fortunately, Cen Jiu has good ears and eyesight, and he heard it as early as when Ye Chi entered the yard. He turned over and sat up, and quickly put on his pants. Lift the quilt and wrap him in the quilt before finishing.

Ye Chi saw Cen Jiu standing by the bed with his upper body bare and his feet wrapped up like a silkworm baby.

I used to know that his brother and ninth brother lived together, but I didn't feel anything when I didn't see it with my own eyes. Now I see his brother and ninth brother sleeping in the same bed, and I always feel weird.

But what's wrong with it, I can't figure it out.

"Brother, you haven't gotten up yet?" Thinking of the purpose of coming, Ye Chi quickly put this thought aside and said.

Fang Jing stretched out his hand from under the quilt, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, checked the time, and said, "Ah, it's actually ten o'clock."

As a big brother, being stuck in bed by a younger brother is enough.

"It's okay, it's okay anyway, it's cold, you should sleep more." Ye Chi said very considerately, he glanced at Cen Jiu, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pan, and was so clever that he didn't ask anything, straight to the point and said what he wanted "Brother, I'm going on vacation!"

The inn has been busy a few days ago, and he occasionally takes guests out to sea to visit the shipwreck site. It has been three months without a rest. At the end of the year, all the guests rush home to celebrate the New Year. There is only one lonely novelist in the inn. Ye Chi strongly asked his brother to give him a holiday.

This year the inn's business is good, and his salary has also increased accordingly. The annual bonus alone has almost caught up with his mother's annual income.

Mr. Ye Xiao is rich and powerful now, and he would rather lose a few days of wages than take a good rest for a few days.

He didn't know how many brain cells would die just by dealing with all kinds of strange guests for a year. He was really exhausted. This kind of hard work can only make up for his injured heart by taking a vacation.

"Okay, I will give you the spring break from today, and you can come back to work until the Lantern Festival." Fang Jing thinks he is a generous and good boss, and the shares in the inn belong to him, and he gave 40.00% to Gen. For the uncle and his wife, the remaining [-]% was divided into [-]% by Ye Chi, and the rest was transferred to Fang's parents and Fang's mother as their pension business.

Clearly speaking, the inn has nothing to do with him, but everyone is used to coming to him for anything.

Being such a successful person, Cheng Cheng was almost caught in bed by his cousin, there is really no way!

"Okay, that's it. I'll come back to work on the Lantern Festival." With his brother's consent, Ye Chi rushed out happily like a wild horse that had run wild.

It's impossible not to rush out quickly, Brother Nine's complexion is not good, he always feels that Brother Nine will beat him up if he stays any longer!

As soon as Ye Chi left, Cen Jiu quickly closed the door, remembering to lock it this time.

"So he came here to ask me for leave? Can't you just make a phone call? You have to come in person!" Fang Jing gritted his teeth angrily, and scolded Cen Jiu, "And you, you know that there is a second vacancy in the family, why? You didn't lock the door when you came back?!"

"I'll remember next time." Cen Jiu took a few long legs, got on the bed, stretched out his arms and hugged Fang Jing, turned over, and put his hands under the quilt.

Fang Jing quickly forgot about closing the door.