At 8:30, Xiao Hao and his mother took their son home. After seeing them off, they locked the front door and went inside to watch TV.
When Yu Yang returned home, the house was filled with childlike voices: "Mom, Grandma Xiaohao made chive pancakes for us and cooked millet porridge. Xiaohao's mom made cold noodles and stir-fried clams for us. We ate a lot. Their food is delicious too."
My son commented on tonight's dinner: "Wang Xin said he'll invite us to his house for dinner in the future, and his mother's cooking is delicious."
Chen Hong laughed and said, "Are you planning to take turns eating? We all cook simple home-style meals, and while we think they taste good, it's just that the food from the other pot always smells better. If the three of you are all fighting over the food, everything will taste delicious!"
"Yes, we all fought over the vegetable pancakes today. Actually, I ate a bit too much tonight. Mom, my tummy doesn't feel too good!"
Yu Yang pouted, so Chen Hong quickly went to the kitchen to cook him a bowl of hawthorn syrup, nagging him as she said, "Didn't I tell you not to eat too much at night, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable? Did you forget again? See, you're suffering because you didn't listen! Come on, drink some hawthorn syrup. It's sweet and sour, delicious, and helps with digestion."
Seeing that he was lying listlessly on the sofa after drinking hawthorn water, I massaged his tummy to promote bowel movement.
He was fine in a little while. I took him to take a bath and brush his teeth, and then put him to bed. He was tired from playing all day, so he fell asleep in no time.
In the middle of the night, the wind outside the window was particularly strong, and the heavy rain made the large iron gate clang loudly for half the night.
The wind didn't subside until dawn, and I wondered if all the fishing boats at sea had returned to port. In this kind of weather, the sea is extremely dangerous. Typhoons can whip up waves that are over ten meters high, and even large ships face a life-or-death situation at sea.
Hopefully, all ships venturing out to sea will receive the message in advance and return safely.
The saying "If you can go up the mountain, don't go down to the sea" encapsulates the reverence that generations of fishermen have held for the ocean. For fishermen, the sea is a source of both love and hate; they love its generosity but hate its ruthlessness.
The sea can give life and take it away. Fishermen have lived and died for generations, inseparable from the sea's nurturing. No matter how fierce the storms, they rely on the sea for survival; this is their destiny.
The stormy weather lasted for three days. During these three days, Chen Hong spent more than 4,500 yuan on Taobao to buy a complete set of diving equipment, as well as two spools of 500 meters each of three different types of main lines, steel wire-insulated leader lines, and various types of fishing hooks.
When shopping online, Chen Hong can easily become a shopaholic. She couldn't control herself and unknowingly spent more than 6,000 yuan. Hopefully, the quality of the goods she received will be guaranteed and won't disappoint her!
In three days, Chen Hong pickled a large vat of pickled cucumbers, pickled green beans, and pickled peppers, a small jar of garlic eggplant, made two crossbows by himself, and prepared 50 crossbow bolts.
I also made twenty Molotov cocktails, this time using gasoline. If we encounter bad guys at sea again, this time I'll definitely make them fish food.
Chen Hong assisted her grandfather and father in carpentry from a young age. While she might not be good at making furniture, she was incredibly skilled at making small items and gadgets.
After finishing her work, she had nothing to do but train the dog with her son, drink tea, play games, watch TV, and sleep. Just when Chen Hong was so bored that she went to the Dragon Palace Hotel in the rain to clear out her fish inventory and made another yuan, the typhoon finally passed and the sky finally cleared up.
These past few days have left this busy person feeling restless and restless. Luckily, the diving gear she ordered online arrived, and Chen Hong is just waiting to go out to sea to catch shrimp and crabs. Thinking about the giant lobsters, crabs, and abalone on the seabed, Chen Hong can't wait to go out to sea that very night.
But looking at her precious son snoring softly beside her, she could only endure it and wait until she sent the child to his grandfather's house tomorrow before she could take any action.
As dawn broke, Chen Hong finished her housework, prepared a meal, packed some of it into her storage space as her lunch, filled a kettle with boiling water, and loaded six crab traps onto her tricycle. After tidying everything up, she woke her son up for breakfast.
After finishing her meal, Chen Hong took her son, Gouzi, fruit, and snacks to the old house. She then went to the supermarket, bought ice and live bait, a bag of flour, and a bag of fishmeal, and drove straight to the dock.
There weren't many fishing boats left at the dock. After three days of waiting, almost all the fishing boats in the village that could move had gone out to sea. Most other families had left by three or four in the morning, leaving only Chen Hong and two or three lazy families who hadn't set off yet.
Chen Hong called a refueling truck to fill the boat with fuel, loaded the things onto the boat, and quickly sailed away from the dock, heading straight for the deep sea.
Thinking about how the numbers in her bank account were about to increase dramatically, Chen Hong was full of energy. "Ocean, you are all water, and water is all money! Ocean, here I come!"
Facing the wind and waves, Chen Hong shouted at the top of her lungs towards the sea. Luckily, there were no boats nearby, otherwise people would have thought she had just escaped from a mental hospital. On the vast, deserted sea, Chen Hong completely let loose, revealing a side of herself that no one had ever seen before—relaxed, free, and unrestrained.
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