Feng Ye smiled and nodded: "Hehe, I would have come looking for you guys even if you hadn't told me."
The lifeboat slowly sailed away, carrying the giant croaker and three people toward the salvage boat in the distance.
Feng Ye and A-Can stood at the bow of the boat, watching the lifeboat drift further and further away.
"After deducting the 1500 yuan, there's still a few yuan left. How much do I get? Four thousand... four thousand..."
"4625 yuan."
"Yes, 4625 yuan, I'm rich, I'm rich..."
Ah-Can couldn't stop smiling, and he was so happy that he danced around with joy.
He had been restraining himself, but now he can finally let loose.
Feng Ye also smiled broadly: "Stop laughing, we'll split it when we get back. Now hurry up and set sail. We've had such good luck today, let's haul in a couple of nets and see if we can make back that 1,500 yuan."
Okay.
Ah-chan skipped and hopped to the wheelhouse to start the boat.
Two hours later, they cast their first net.
The net bag contained quite a lot of fish, about 400 jin (200 kg), but unfortunately most of them were worthless miscellaneous fish.
This is actually quite normal.
There are many valuable seafoods in the sea, but there are even more worthless ones.
They weren't disappointed; after tidying up the trawl net, they put it down again.
We can haul one more net, then we have to go back.
Fishing boats like the Xuri, which are only a dozen meters long, cannot withstand large waves due to their design.
However, in calm weather, it's perfectly acceptable to stay at sea for a day or two.
The problem is that the ship's cabin is small, it can carry less supplies, and its range is limited.
The ships have limited capacity and are not very economically viable.
The important thing is that the weather is too hot now, so the fish must be sold in time, otherwise they will go bad.
These fishing boats were originally designed for near-shore operations.
They went out and came back on the same day.
The second time I went online, the situation remained the same, with no surprises.
Their hopes of making it a round number were dashed.
It was five o'clock, the sun was setting, and it was time to go back.
Ah-chan steered the boat back, while Feng-ye sorted the catch on the deck.
Even the smallest mosquito leg is still meat, and it can be sold for some money.
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