Starting to go to the sea: I really didn’t want to be a sea king

As the sky gradually darkened, Chu Yang came to the yard with a bucket.

He took off his shirt and walked to the water pump to start pumping.

In this weather, if you don't take two cold showers every day, you can make "kway teow" the next day.

Before the bucket of water was filled, the wind chimes at the door suddenly rang.

Chu Yang looked back and saw a woman half-leaning in from the door, her face panicked.

The woman was dressed very simply, with a white orchid cloth jacket, two patches on her shoulders and elbows, and pants made of homespun cloth with black embroidered shoes.

But even so, it still couldn't cover up the unique temperament she exuded.

Willow-leaf eyebrows, oval face, and fair skin were as conspicuous in the fishing village as street lights in the dark night.

Especially the pair of watery peach blossom eyes, with the corners of the eyes raised and a pink halo, which man in the village would not be confused? Who can't help but walk away after seeing this?

No wonder the villagers regarded this woman as a foxy woman and spread rumors about her behind her back.

"Sister He, you are here to find Haikai, right?" Chu Yang said with a smile.

The woman is He Xijun, who occupies a large part of the memory of the previous life, Haikai's mother, the former island flower of Zhui Ri Island.

"Hey, it's Chu Yang."

He Xijun also knew the previous life, after all, they were from the same village, and the previous life was the first college student in the village.

It's just that the two of them didn't have much interaction before.

To be more precise, He Xijun was not familiar with the previous life, but the previous life was familiar with this sister-in-law... How to say it, in the spiritual world, the two were good friends who knew each other very well.

"I heard from Aunt Zhang that Haidai and Xiaohang had a fight and her head was bleeding... You rescued her, so I rushed to your house to pick her up..."

"No wonder you looked so anxious, don't worry, Haidai is fine, she was just scared, and she's eating chicken with Chuxi inside."

After saying that, he turned around and shouted.

The two little girls came out of the main room with a chicken leg each.

"Aunt."

Seeing her daughter's hands and mouths full of oil, He Xijun was completely relieved, and at the same time secretly cursed Aunt Zhang, the old woman, for talking nonsense.

"Chu Yang, the money for the chicken leg..."

"Hey, Sister He, don't say that, the chicken leg was given to her by Chuxi, it has nothing to do with me."

Chu Yang knew what she was going to say and interrupted.

"Well... Anyway, thank you. I'll leave first."

He Xijun held Haidai's hand and said, "Say goodbye to Brother Chu Yang and Xiaoxi."

"Goodbye, brother, goodbye, Xiaoxi!"

"Well, goodbye, come and play with Xiaoxi when you have time."

Watching He Xijun's back disappear at the gate of the courtyard, Chu Yang smacked his lips with reluctance.

Really, there's something!

Maybe I can help him realize his previous life's wish?

"Hey, brother, why are you smacking your lips? Are you hungry? I also hid chicken nuggets." Chu Xi asked with concern.

"No need, eat yours, take a shower and go to bed early after eating."

Chu Yang pulled his belt and returned to his room.

That night, Chu Yang had a very angry dream.

In the dream, it was the cold and delicate wife of the previous life, and the passionate and pretty widow.

After an hour and eighteen minutes, he finally lost.

In the middle of the night, Chu Yang suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and got up.

He moved his body and couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Chu Yang, Chu Yang, I didn't expect you to have such a day."

However, this body of the previous life is quite good. Compared with the previous life that was hollowed out by alcohol and sex, it is more than one level stronger and more durable.

If I go to Wanwan across the sea, maybe I can make a living with this.

I don't know if Meng Ruoyu, Wu Mengmeng, Shen La La and others have debuted.

I got up and rubbed my pants. It was already dawn outside.

"Brother, why are you so early today?"

Chu Xi also rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room.

"Ahem~ I can't sleep, I got up to see what the weather is like today." Chu Yang made up.

"Do you want to go to the sea?"

Chu Xi's eyes lit up.

Yesterday, Chu Yang had told her that the dog claw snails sold for more than 20,000 yuan. Now she is more interested in going to the sea than Chu Yang.

"You little money-grubber."

Chu Yang smiled and tapped her nose.

"Hurry up and make breakfast. I'm starving."

He rubbed his stomach and added, "By the way, make some fried eggs."

After breakfast, Chu Yang went out for a stroll.

On the way, he met many villagers coming back from the seaside.

They all carried buckets, which contained crabs, fish, shrimps and shells caught from the seaside.

Of course, they were not valuable goods. Looking at the full bucket, they could only sell for thirty or fifty yuan at the dock, and it was rare to sell for more than a hundred yuan.

And for this little catch, they had to get up at two or three in the morning and work on the mudflats until seven or eight o'clock.

Life in the fishing village was like this,For someone like Chu Yang to earn thousands or tens of thousands of yuan by fishing, the only explanation is that his ancestors' graves are on fire.

As he was walking around, he had unknowingly arrived at the ferry pier.

Chu Yang saw a 12-meter-long iron boat docked at the pier. It was a boat that came to collect goods.

Standing next to the boat was a burly man with a tough temperament. His name was Ge Yuan, a fishmonger who had been active on several nearby islands all year round.

At this time, Ge Yuan was surrounded by a group of villagers, vying to sell their seafood to him.

Chu Yang stood by and watched for a while, and found that Ge Yuan was very ruthless in lowering the price. He basically gave one-third of the purchase price of the seafood market in the city.

For example, for Dongfeng snails, he saw someone charging 3 yuan at the pier yesterday, but Ge Yuan only gave 1 yuan.

"Last time it was 1.2 yuan, Boss Ge, please add a little more. It's not easy for us fishermen to earn some hard-earned money." An auntie with a headscarf begged.

"Add?"

Ge Yuan stared at the auntie with a smile.

"I understand that the villagers want to make more money, but I am a businessman, and I can't do business at a loss, right?"

He took a puff of cigarette and pointed at the fishing boat next to him with his cigarette.

"You tell me, the boat maintenance fee, fuel fee, labor fee, and the loss of dead fish and rotten shrimp I took back, which one doesn't cost money?"

"Let's put it this way, business requires mutual consent, since Auntie thinks it's too little, then I won't force it."

Having said that, Ge Yuan was about to turn around and leave.

"No, no, no, Boss Ge, don't go, I'll sell it, I'll sell it, I don't think it's too little."

The old woman in flowered cloth closest to him hurriedly pulled him back.

The other old women complained about the aunt in the headscarf.

"Aunt Guihua, are you going to sell or not? If not, please don't bother us."

"That's right, Boss Ge worked so hard to collect our goods, and you are still complaining. You really don't know what's good for you."

"Some people are just unconscious."

Aunt Guihua stood in the crowd, wanting to cry but not having tears. They clearly asked her to bargain just now, but now...

Chu Yang watched the dramatic scene in front of him quietly, and felt that it was quite exciting. It turned out that rural people were still "simple".

"Hey, Ah Yang, why are you here?"

Just when he was watching it, Chu Yang heard someone calling him.

He turned around and found that it was Sun Qingjun.

Seeing the bucket in the other person's hand, Chu Yang smiled and asked: "Uncle Qingjun, are you here to sell goods too?"