The day passed quickly. Ye Xiaocui had been busy all afternoon and finally managed to use up all the oyster meat from last night.
Even after dinner, the air was still very stuffy.
After Fu Wan finished bathing Shen Lingling, she was also covered in sweat, as there really wasn't a breath of wind outside.
Knowing that Fu Wan was going out tonight, Shen Lingling took a pillow and went to find Ye Xiaocui.
Ye Xiaocui tidied up Fu Wan's tools and then took out a sharp harpoon.
"Ah Wan, you have to be careful when you go down there. Your brother made it too sharp."
This is exactly the effect I wanted.
Fu Wan wrapped the pointed end with a piece of cloth. "Mother, don't worry!"
She disliked the harpoon she brought last time because it was too bulky, so she asked Fu Ming to make her a bamboo harpoon with a pointed tip after seeing him weaving bamboo baskets yesterday.
It's a pity. If we could make the kind of harpoon gun that we have in later generations, it would feel even more exciting in the sea.
After saying goodbye to Ye Xiaocui, Fu Wan took her things and went to the beach.
Because of the hot and humid weather, most of the villagers didn't go out. A few elderly people were taking shelter under the big trees in the village. Fu Wan went by a side path, so no one noticed that she was heading to the seaside this time.
There were a few people squatting on the beach. Fu Wan didn't bring a flashlight and went into the sea wearing only her jacket.
She could have taken off her jacket and put on her mermaid clothes to go down, but she was afraid that if she left her clothes on the shore, they would be swept away by the waves.
Fortunately, her clothes weren't heavy, so they didn't hinder her swimming at all once she got into the sea.
The underwater fish population is much better at night than during the day. Fu Wan encountered two or three parrotfish as soon as she went down.
Those fish were all resting motionless by the coral, probably sleeping with their eyes open.
Fu Wan took out her new harpoon and speared the larger one directly.
The fish struggled, and the sand instantly made the seawater in front of them a bit murky.
When I picked it up, I found that apart from the fish on the harpoon, all the other fish that had been sleeping there had disappeared.
Fu Wan removed the fish from the harpoon, then surfaced and tossed it into the net behind her.
The net was made from an old bicycle tire that she found at the scrap yard yesterday. She tied the net firmly to the tire so that it wouldn't sink while floating on the water.
This also saves her from having to swim with a bunch of fish, which is tiring and would also affect her performance.
She swam a few more steps with the harpoon and caught a species she hadn't seen in a long time: a mantis shrimp.
The slipper shrimp, also known as the nine-toothed fan shrimp, gets its name from its resemblance to a pipa (a Chinese lute). Slipper shrimp prefer to burrow in the shallow sand of the seabed, and because of their extremely flat bodies, they are not easily spotted.
Fortunately, Fu Wan had sharp eyes and saw through the shrimp's disguise at a glance.
These shrimp are much more tender and delicious than the baby lobsters.
Fu Wan's mouth watered just thinking about it.
Okay, okay!
She caught two more, until she couldn't hold any more in her hands, then she surfaced again and threw all her catch into the net.
Since she wouldn't be going out to sea for the next two or three days, Fu Wan planned to catch a couple more fish.
Just as I was thinking this, a pig-toothed fish appeared in front of me.
This pig-toothed fish really does look like a little pig, and I estimate it weighs over ten pounds.
Fu Wan looked at the harpoon in her hand with a headache. If she were to use this harpoon to catch this boar tooth fish, the harpoon would probably be ruined by the time she finished.
Although a fish weighing over ten kilograms isn't a big deal in the sea, killing it and taking it away can still be quite difficult.
However, it's impossible to let it go.
Thinking this, the hog tusk fish swam up to her in a provocative manner. Fu Wan raised the harpoon, feeling like she was Runtu in the sea.
As expected, the fish struggled violently when the spear was thrust at it.
Fu Wan firmly planted the harpoon in the sand. The fish struggled for several minutes before finally getting tired and stopping.
She then pulled out the harpoon and emerged from the water, holding the fish in her hands.
With this fish, we should have enough for several meals.
Fu Wan felt it was about time to go back. Catching too many fish would only be a waste. Anyway, she could come back to the sea whenever she wanted to eat, and the key was freshness.
However, the harpoon was still on the seabed, so she swam down to look for it. As a result, perhaps because the harpoon was stained with blood, several fish surrounded her.
The rule in the sea is that big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp. But what was gathered there now were two mackerel.
Spanish mackerel, also known as Spanish mackerel, has a long and flat body and likes to eat small fish and shrimp.
Spanish mackerel are very agile and fast swimmers, and they swim even faster when chasing prey.
Both of these guys are strong. Although Fu Wan was thinking about the delicious mackerel dumplings, she was not going to be so reckless as to take a harpoon and fight them.
Perhaps due to a dispute over the spoils, the two mackerel started fighting, sending sand flying everywhere. The small fish and shrimp hiding in the coral nearby were so frightened that they scattered and fled.
The two mackerel were vastly different in size; one was nearly a meter long, while the other was much smaller, estimated to be only about 80 centimeters.
The result was obvious: after winning, the giant mackerel swam away triumphantly, even passing by Fu Wan without pausing for a moment.
Fu Wan watched as the large mackerel ran away, leaving the small mackerel motionless, seemingly stunned by the beating.
No, did they fall asleep during the fight?
Fu Wan had no pity; this was meat offered up as a gift, truly a blessing from the Goddess Mazu.
With a harpoon, the mackerel didn't even struggle before Fu Wan speared it away, fish and all.
This is an absolute bumper harvest.
Fu Wan dragged the full net ashore. It was already late at night, the moon was high in the sky, and the beach was deserted, with only the sound of waves crashing.
In situations like these, a person's movements are magnified infinitely.
Fu Wan had only taken a couple of steps when she saw several people walking past the nearby dock.
Strange, who goes to the dock so late at night? Besides, the village chief announced today that fishing boats are not allowed to go out to sea for the next two days.
Fu Wan was a little confused. The people in front of her hadn't expected there to be people in the sea not far away. Several of them took a bucket and boarded the boat.
Wait, isn't this ship ours?
Fu Wan squinted. The flag on her boat was sewn stitch by stitch by Ye Xiaocui, and she had forgotten about it when everyone took it down this afternoon.
At this moment, only her family's flag is still flying in the wind on the boats at the dock.
Fu Wan hid behind the reef; her family's boat was the first one moored at the dock.
Sure enough, there were sounds of several people moving around on the ship, and someone prying open the locks of boxes.
Damn it, these people actually stole diesel fuel.
"Hey bastard, what are we going to do if you steal our diesel fuel?"
"Pour some water into it! As for selling this oil to those in the village who have boats, they can still make a few bucks."
"Aren't we being a little unethical by doing this?"
The man called Lai Zi sneered.
"Immoral? You're afraid of being immoral? If you have to blame someone, blame her family for offending someone. Someone in the county wants to get rid of her family. What I did was just a small fry."
The county?
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