Why is it considered beautiful? The surrounding yellowish-brown sand cannot conceal its pure white color, and it sparkles even more brightly when the sunlight shines on it.
Fu Wan grabbed a shovel and was about to dig up the conch when, unexpectedly, a bird landed and swatted at it with its claw.
"Little Huang?"
Looking at the chubby bird, which was much bigger than before, Fu Wan recognized it with difficulty.
Looks like this guy's been eating well lately.
I don't know if it's shedding its fur or just getting fat.
"Excuse me, I'm digging for sea snails!"
Fu Wan reached out and gently pushed it aside. To be honest, this thing was a size too big, and it took some effort to push it.
Xiao Huang wasn't angry when Fu Wan pushed him aside; he just watched Fu Wan dig for seashells like a supervisor.
Fu Wan had only seen half of the seashell's body. When she dug the whole shell out, even her breathing became lighter.
Good heavens, the shape of this thing looks just like the snail she saw in the newspaper!
With an excited heart and trembling hands, Fu Wan washed the conch shell in the seawater beside her. After the mud and sand were washed away, the shape of the conch shell became clearer.
Good heavens, this is truly amazing!
"Hey, this conch is really pretty. Wan and Lingling will definitely like it."
Fu Liang glanced at it casually; he knew that children liked to collect seashells.
Not only did he know, but occasionally when they found something nice on the beach, he and Jiang Chunlan would wash it and send it to Fu Ling and the others.
Fu Wan held the conch shell and walked up to Fu Laoda. "Dad, does this conch shell look familiar?"
Fu Laoda was eating a cornbread, but it was so dry that you had to stretch your neck two miles to eat it.
"Ahem, wait a minute, let me have a drink of water."
Fu Laoda picked up the kettle and took a big gulp of water before turning around to take the conch from Fu Wan's hand.
"This conch shell has a rather unusual shape, and it doesn't look like something we have here."
He weighed it in his hand for a moment, then squinted at the snail's mouth.
It was indeed an empty snail shell.
But what's so special about this snail shell, even though it's pretty?
If it weren't unusual, my own daughter wouldn't be so serious.
Fu Laoda looked at Fu Wan with a puzzled expression, while Fu Wan was also extremely anxious.
"Newspapers, newspapers? Have you forgotten the newspapers we were given when we were kids?"
Fu Laoda scratched his head. Good heavens, he's almost fifty. Ever since he started attending literacy classes, he's been able to recognize a few words. He's read at least dozens, if not hundreds, of newspapers in his life.
"I really don't remember what conch shells have to do with newspapers?"
Fu Wan was also helpless, and Fu Ming, who was next to her, also came over when he heard the commotion.
When Fu Ming saw the seashell in Boss Fu's hand, his single eye almost turned into a double eyelid.
"Holy crap, this...this isn't that...!"
Fu Wan was overjoyed to finally find someone who remembered her.
"Brother, do you remember this? Is this what we saw in the newspaper before?"
"Heavens above, Goddess Mazu, isn't this the seashell we used to collect on the beach when we were kids?"
Now that you mention it, Boss Fu has a vague recollection of it.
More than a decade ago, when my daughter and son were little, there was a period when they were obsessed with collecting seashells and making a lot of money.
He and Ye Xiaocui were busy and didn't ask much. So this was the thing the brother and sister were talking about?
He looked at the conch shell again with a puzzled expression. It was shaped like a standard tower, just like most other conches.
The sutures look deep but are very smooth, and the whorls are rounded, with many plate-like longitudinal ribs arranged in a stepped pattern on the shell surface.
The entire conch is a translucent white, and it's very well preserved, without any chips or dents. The picture shows a beautiful conch shell, almost like a small tower. Frankly, in all my two lives, this is the most beautiful conch shell I've ever seen.
But as for being told that it had been reported in the newspaper before, he really didn't remember.
However, he is currently concerned about one issue.
"Ah Wan, is this thing valuable?"
Based on his understanding of his daughter, she wouldn't have gotten so agitated if she weren't valuable.
Fu Wan shook her head regretfully. They were in the 20th century, and while there was some market for Qi Si Luo (a type of snail), it was only a little.
When they were young, they didn't understand the timeline of the stories in the newspapers. The conch shells only really had a market in the 15th and 16th centuries, when Europeans were very fond of them. In the newspaper that Fu Wan read, a reporter mentioned that in 1750, the Holy Roman Emperor bought a conch shell for 4,000 Dutch guilders, which was equivalent to ten million Chinese yuan.
However, this is not the 15th or 16th century, and people are no longer so obsessed with snails.
But it's not that they're particularly worthless; there are many people who enjoy collecting seashells.
Putting aside everything else, it's possible to exchange it for ten or twenty yuan.
However, Fu Wan found it strange that the conch shell did not exist in Chinese waters, but was generally distributed in the Pacific Ocean south of island nations to India. So how did this conch shell appear here?
It can't be that the conch drifted across the ocean and ended up in the waters of an island nation, can it?
Fu Wan was amused by her own nonsensical idea and quickly put the conch shell away.
The seashell I couldn't find when I was a child has unexpectedly reappeared in my life in this way when I grew up.
That's why she was so excited.
Fu Ling will definitely love this beautiful conch shell. She can even tell her how she learned about it from a newspaper when she was little; it would be a nice story.
After putting away the conch shell, Fu Wan realized that Xiao Huang hadn't left, but was following closely behind her.
After meeting Fu Wan's gaze, Xiao Huang flapped its wings again, grabbed two seashells from Fu Ming's bucket, and threw them at Fu Wan's feet.
Even if Fu Wan were slow-witted, she would understand its meaning.
"You're following me just so you can get me to crack seashells for you, right?"
Fu Wan complained as she picked up a fist-sized rock and smashed the conch shell in a few quick blows.
Fortunately, it only knocked on the conch shell and didn't make me catch mice or sparrows for it.
As Fu Wan comforted herself, she saw Xiao Huang approach the conch shell, peck hard, and swallow the meat whole.
It was a bird of prey, after all; two conches weren't enough for it. Fu Wan decided to go all the way and grabbed two handfuls of conches from the bucket next to her, then smashed them all to pieces.
After finishing all that, she straightened up and stretched. To be honest, watching Xiao Huang eat made her feel a little hungry too.
Fu Ming and the others had just gathered some stones and built a simple stove. Fu Wan washed her hands and went over; the stainless steel pot was still warm.
There were steaming cornbread and steamed buns in the pot, and a small bowl of steamed shrimp on the side.
Fu Wan picked up the fish chili sauce from the bag on the ground, and spread some on the middle of the broken steamed bun with her chopsticks.
This is a traditional Chinese hamburger. Fu Wan took a bite, and the taste was indeed extraordinary.
I was wise to think of going to sea to get ribbonfish chili sauce; isn't that genius?
She was eating a steamed bun when she went over to call those who hadn't eaten breakfast to come and have some. It was then that she noticed that Fang Min and Fu Qing had somehow found a piece of abalone and were discreetly but diligently shoveling it up.
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