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

At noon, Chu Xi was still the chef, cooking seafood stewed rice.

This was simple. The rice was soaked and put on the bottom of the pot. Then the shrimps, spicy snails, and small octopus that were caught by the sea were placed on top. Cover the lid and simmer for more than ten minutes on high heat. Then pour soy sauce on it and you can eat it.

There were not too many fancy seasonings, and you could just enjoy the original taste of seafood.

After lunch, when Chu Xi went to wash the dishes, Grandpa Sun came over with a dark and strong man.

The man's name was Sun Qingjun, Grandpa Sun's nephew from the same family, and he was also from the same village.

"Ayang, my uncle said you want to rent my boat?"

"Yes, Uncle Qingjun, please take me to the city."

Chu Yang opened the pack of soft red and gave each of the uncle and nephew a cigarette.

"What a good cigarette!"

Sun Qingjun's eyes lit up, he took the cigarette and put it under his nose and took a deep breath.

For men, sometimes the distance between strangers and friends is just a cigarette.

This statement is particularly true for Sun Qingjun.

"Where are the goods? My tricycle is parked outside. Let's go early and come back early."

Sun Qingjun held a cigarette in his mouth and took the initiative to urge the delivery.

Chu Yang smiled and said, "No hurry, finish this cigarette first."

After finishing one cigarette, Chu Yang refilled it, and then took Sun Qingjun to the fish pond and pointed at two urea bags.

"Here, these two bags of snails."

Sun Qingjun took a look and his eyes widened.

"Wow, this, this, this... These are dog claw snails, so many."

"And this big blue crab."

He was so scared that he almost dropped his cigarette.

"Did you pick all these today?"

"No, the snails were picked today, and the blue crabs were caught yesterday." Chu Yang blew out a smoke ring and said.

"Awesome, really awesome, you are worthy of being the first college student in our village. In the past ten years, this is the first time I have seen someone pick up so many good things in two days."

"I am also lucky." Chu Yang smiled modestly.

"No more talking, load it."

After that, he took the initiative to pick up the slightly full urea bag and carried it to the tricycle compartment.

Chu Yang tied the urea bag and the plastic bucket containing blue crabs with a rubber band, and told Chu Xi to take good care of the house, then climbed onto the tricycle and sat next to Sun Qingjun.

"Hold on, let's go!"

...

It was not far from Chu Yang's house to the dock, and the tricycle arrived in seven or eight minutes.

The two of them panted and moved the goods to Sun Qingjun's boat.

It was called a boat, but in fact it was just a seven or eight-meter wooden sampan with a motor hanging behind its buttocks. The key was still the noble "Z" shape, the kind that could be used as a weapon in a fight.

pe~pepe~pepeppepe~

Sun Qingjun is indeed an old fisherman, with strong muscles on his arms. After inserting the key into the hole, he grabbed the crank and spun it madly, and successfully started the motor in one go.

After untying the cable, the motor pushed the sampan slowly into the sea.

After the boat accelerated to about ten yards and started to move at a constant speed, Chu Yang sat down against the side of the boat.

While Sun Qingjun was operating the motor, he chatted with Chu Yang.

"Ayang, isn't it easy to make money in the city? I heard that people can earn tens of thousands of yuan a year by collecting scrap in the city."

"What a lie. It's the same everywhere. Those who are successful will make a lot of money, but those who are not successful are not as good as you. It's so comfortable to have a boat and go out to sea."

"If I'm lucky enough to encounter a school of fish one day, I won't have to worry for half a year."

"It's not that simple."

Sun Qingjun shook his head, "Do you think everyone is as lucky as you? Besides, there are no fish schools in the coastal waters now."

The two chatted all the way, and soon the Falling Sun Island turned into a small black dot.

After a while, the coastline was in sight.

Arrived at the port and entered the fishery dock area.

Sun Qingjun operated the sampan, found an empty space, and began to stop the boat.

But before the cable was tied, the administrator with a red armband on his arm appeared.

"Pay the berthing fee."

Chu Yang asked how much it was.

"5 yuan!"

Well, as soon as I entered the city, I hadn't made any money yet, but I had already spent 5 yuan.

Of course, I had to cut the money.

He took out a purple 5-yuan note from his pocket and gave it to the administrator, who took the money and handed over a ticket.

It had the amount of money and the time of arrival written on it.

"5 yuan is for 4 hours. It's 1:30 now. If you continue to stop at 5:30, you have to pay again." The administrator reminded.

"Understood." Chu Yang nodded and put away the ticket.

After Sun Qingjun tied the cable, Chu Yang moved the urea bag to the bow.

Soon, a fishmonger who was collecting seafood at the dock noticed the small sampan.

"Are you shipping?"

A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses, and carrying a bag in his hand, stood by the bow and asked.

Chu Yang nodded, "Of course, who would be there if we don't ship?"It's a waste of time here."

"Take a look!"

He poked his head into the cabin.

"Okay."

Chu Yang said with a smile.

"But let me tell you in advance, don't ask for a lower price."

After that, he opened a corner of the urea bag and showed it to the fishmonger.

"Fuck."

The man took a look and had the same reaction as Sun Qingjun, with his mouth open like a toad.

"Am I seeing right, dog claw snail?"

Chu Yang smiled proudly, "Yes, do you want this?"

"I will, I will. I will."

The fishmonger pushed his sunglasses, took out a bag of blue-capped Hibiscus King from his handbag, gave it to Chu Yang, and then took out a lighter to light his cigarette, and asked with a flattering smile:

"Brother, are these two sacks full of snails? "

Chu Yang took a puff and blew out a beautiful smoke ring.

Sure enough, this 30 yuan cigarette tastes better than the 14 yuan one.

Comfortable!

Of course, it's too much to want to get closer with just one cigarette.

"They are all dog claw snails, just tell me how much you can give."

"Brother, can you let me get closer to see it? Anyway, as long as the things are good, I will definitely not let you suffer a loss."

The fishmonger wanted to get on the boat.

But Chu Yang stopped him, "Don't worry, I'll take it out for you to see."

After that, he took a stainless steel basin, poured out a small half basin from the urea bag, and put it on the side of the boat.

"Look, they are all over 3 cm in size. This quality, where else can you find a second one."

"It's really good! "

The fishmonger grabbed a handful of them, looked at them and smelled them, and almost put them in his mouth to taste them.

After a long time, he finally said:

"How about this, let's not talk nonsense, 45 per catty, I want them all."

Hearing the offer, Sun Qingjun was secretly shocked.

According to this price, Chu Yang's two bags of dog claw snails must be sold for thousands or even tens of thousands, which is equivalent to a fisherman's half-year income.

But Chu Yang was too lazy to listen to what he thought was a high price, and directly took the dog claw snails back from his hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, brother, don't, if you are not satisfied with the price, we can still talk about it." The fishmonger smiled.

"Don't talk about it, you should go somewhere else to have a look at the price."

What a joke, 45?

This person thinks he is a fisherman who has never seen the world and wants to slaughter him like a pig.

"That's right, Lao Yu, you are too unrefined to even say 45. ”

At this time, another young man wearing a purple polo shirt and jeans also squeezed to the side of the boat and handed cigarettes to Chu Yang.

“Handsome boy, come and smoke a cigarette. Sell the stuff to me. I’ll give you 80!”