Looking at the deck full of bomb fish, Feng Ye was overjoyed.

This was the harvest in just over ten minutes, and the bomb fish in the sea are still abundant, showing no signs of decreasing.

Bomb fish are indeed cheap, but if you buy in large quantities, you can still make money.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around, and saw that the boatmen all had smiles on their faces, tired but happy as they continued to fish.

"These fish are amazing, my hands are sore from catching them."

"Yes, there are so many fish, we can't catch them all."

"Hey, why is it a bomb fish? If it were a tuna, we would really make a fortune."

"That's true, aren't they related? How come there's such a big price difference?"

"It's not wrong to say they're related, but the texture and taste of tuna and flounder are very different, so their prices are naturally worlds apart. It's a bit like yellow croaker, where the prices are worlds apart, even though they're both yellow croaker."

Feng Ye smiled and reminded them, "If you're tired, take a rest. This school of fish doesn't look like it'll disperse anytime soon, so take your time."

Although he hoped to earn as much as possible, human strength is ultimately limited, and one cannot work at a high intensity all the time.

Moreover, the fishing efficiency of hand landing nets and hand-throwing nets is not high; they can only be considered small-scale operations. The main catch depends on the fishing nets that are dragged behind.

No matter how hard they work, it's not as much as the harvest from dragging a single net.

A single trawl net can haul in thousands or even tens of thousands of kilograms, far exceeding the capacity of hand-dumping or hand-throwing nets.

However, it's not fair to say that everyone should simply stop and wait to reap the rewards.

Even the smallest mosquito leg is still meat, isn't it?

All I can say is that everyone should try to earn as much as possible, and take a break when they're tired.

Only when you are well-rested and have enough strength will you have the energy to salvage it.

Otherwise, if you overexert yourself and use too much force in your arms, you'll be useless for the next few days, and how will you work?

Another point is that bombfish are attracted to light, so even if there are no small fish or shrimp to eat, they don't seem to be leaving anytime soon and will definitely continue to follow the fishing boat.

Therefore, they have plenty of time to fish slowly.

"We're not tired, we can keep going for a while longer!"

The boatmen were all in high spirits, their enthusiasm for fishing undiminished.

But they didn't last long. Soon they all stopped, panting heavily, leaning against the ship's side.

While resting, Feng Ye glanced at the Dong Sheng and Feng Shou ships not far away and could vaguely see figures moving about on the sides of the ships.

They were clearly busy fishing, and the boatmen were all there; no one had gone to rest yet.

Everyone wanted to catch as many fish as possible from this swarm, and no one wanted to miss this bountiful harvest, as the opportunity was rare.

The boatmen were not just working for others; they were also striving for their own livelihoods.

Only by earning more can they receive higher commissions and make more money.

In this life, we toil and struggle for nothing more than a few coins.

After resting for a while, the boatmen were fully recharged and picked up their hand nets and hand-thrown nets to start fishing again.

Feng Ye had rested enough and rejoined the fishing effort.

The fishing operation is proceeding smoothly...

As time went on, more and more bomb fish appeared on the deck.

The sea was still churning, and the bomb fish seemed endless, showing no signs of diminishing. They were still densely packed, following the lights of the fishing boats as if chasing a never-ending feast.

"No, no, I can't fish it out anymore."

"Yes, it's too tiring, I can't keep going."

"There are so many fish! We've been fishing for ages, and they're still not decreasing at all..."

The boatmen put down their tools and shook their aching arms.

Feng Ye checked the time: "It's a little past three now. We've been fishing for about an hour and a half."

He was also exhausted, leaning against the ship's railing, panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face and dripping onto the deck.

The deck was littered with bombfish, piled up like a mountain, roughly estimated to be at least two or three hundred, with a total weight probably exceeding three thousand kilograms.

This harvest is truly amazing.

I don't know how much the trawling harvest will be, or whether it will exceed 10,000 jin.

Thinking of this, he glanced back and couldn't help but feel hopeful.

But when he thought about the price of the bomb fish, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Even with such a large quantity, it won't sell for much money.

It's so cheap!

You could have used any other slightly more valuable fish, why did it have to be a bomb fish?

He shook his head helplessly, sighing inwardly.

But then I thought, it doesn't matter what kind of fish it is, as long as it can make money.

It's much better than nothing.

He shouted to the boatmen, "Does anyone still have the strength to cook something to eat and replenish their energy?"

The boatmen looked at each other, not wanting to move.

Although they were hungry, they were too tired to move and just wanted to rest.

Finally, everyone's eyes turned to a boatman surnamed Zhao.

Cooking on the boat was done by six boatmen in shifts, with each person responsible for one day.

It's a new day now, and it's Old Zhao's turn.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Old Zhao sighed helplessly, "Alright, I'll do it."

He dragged his heavy steps toward the cabin.

After resting for a while, Feng Ye felt he had regained some strength and got up to leave the deck.

He didn't want to fish anymore and was going to replace Ah-Can.

This is a vital force; we need to let him experience it properly.

Although bomb fish are cheap, it's always good to catch as many as possible.

Moreover, these fish are generally quite large, and the sense of accomplishment from catching them is immense.

"Ah-chan, I'll steer the boat, you go down and catch the bomb fish."

As soon as he got into the driver's seat, he pushed Ah-Can aside and sat in the driver's seat himself.

Ah-chan almost lost her balance and fell over when he jostled her.

However, he showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever, and instead excitedly said, "Alright, I'll go down right now."

He's always wanted to go fishing.

He had no choice before, as Feng Ye had gotten there first, so he could only stay in the driver's seat. But he was always paying attention to the situation below and had been eager to go down and show off his skills.

Now that I finally have the chance, how can I not be happy?

Ah-Can ran quickly to the deck, picked up a hand net, and began catching fish like a diligent bee.

He moved quickly and skillfully, and every time he cast his net into the water, he could catch at least one or two bomb fish.

Feng Ye sat in the driver's seat, feeling relaxed but also much more bored.

He could only glance at the screen from time to time to monitor the fish; occasionally look at the surging waves of bomb fish on the sea surface; or look at the harvest on the deck, and the people who were either busy or resting.

Life at sea is both monotonous and boring.