The sky is blue, the sea is blue.
The sun was high in the sky, and the sea shimmered with light.
The two fishing boats, like two leaves, swayed in the vast sea, leaving trails of white foam.
Seabirds circled in the air, emitting clear calls, and followed closely behind.
They followed the fishing boat, swooping down every now and then to snatch up fish and shrimp from the deck.
The seabirds all know that they can find food by following the fishing boats, without having to go through the hardship of searching for it themselves.
"Today is the 29th, and the day after tomorrow will be the first day of the seventh lunar month. Time flies so fast; half a year has passed just like that."
Feng Ye stood at the bow of the ship, facing the sea breeze and gazing into the distance, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Time really flies. It feels like we just set sail and now we have to go back."
Ye Chenliang echoed this sentiment while using a shovel to scoop out the remaining miscellaneous fish and shrimp from the basket.
They're about to haul in the nets again, and they don't have time to deal with these small fish and shrimp.
We can only pack it up first, and then ask someone else to sort it out when we get back.
“If it weren’t for the fact that we have to go to worship Mazu on the first day of the lunar calendar, I would really not recommend going back. It’s fine to stay at sea.”
Han Qiwen chuckled from the side, "Each net yields seven or eight thousand catties. Ah Ye, your money is flowing into your pockets like crazy, and we can also get a share."
"There's no such thing as having too much money, but after being away for so long, it's time to go back and visit."
Feng Ye smiled and said, "Besides, don't you want to go back and see your wives and children?"
He was truly impressed by those boatmen.
He originally planned to go back a few days ago, rest for a few days, and then go out to sea again at the beginning of the month.
Unexpectedly, the others were not happy about it and were even more enthusiastic than him, Feng Xuan, and A-Can, the three bosses.
They said you've ordered three more ships, and now's the time to make money; you should make as much as possible.
And then, it's been dragged on until now.
If it weren't for the fact that it's almost the first day of the seventh lunar month and I have to go back to worship Mazu, I wouldn't be able to postpone it any longer.
Otherwise, we don't even know when we'll be able to go back.
Of course, he was very happy to see them so enthusiastic.
Which boss doesn't like a hardworking employee?
Feng Ye actually understands them quite well.
Working on a ship is hard and tedious.
But you also earn a lot of money.
For rural people, rest is a luxury.
365 days a year, except for the Chinese New Year period and rainy days, when can you have a day off?
In the countryside, there's plenty of work to be done.
In reality, even if they go back, they won't be idle; they'll find work to do.
People nowadays are not as lazy as people will be in 10 or 20 years; most of them are quite diligent.
After all, there's a whole family to support.
Otherwise, are we supposed to starve?
Han Qiwen stroked his chin: "Yes, I want to, but I want to make money even more."
Ye Chenliang also said, "I can't do anything about it. It's inconvenient to go back. I might as well earn more money so I can bring more back during the Ghost Festival."
His home is too far away. To get back, he has to take a boat, a car, and walk a long way, which is quite a hassle.
As they were talking, the deck had already been cleaned up.
Feng Ye also lent a hand, moving the small fish and shrimp into the fish hold, and then went to the stern to collect the net.
"Damn it, another typhoon?"
Just as the tow rope was being wound up, a furious curse suddenly came from the driver's cab.
"A typhoon? Could I be that unlucky?"
Feng Ye's heart skipped a beat.
Just a month ago, they had just been through a typhoon.
Although the typhoon did not cause them any damage and even brought them a great opportunity, it was still really dangerous.
If they hadn't found a natural safe haven, it's hard to say what the final outcome would have been.
Unexpectedly, we are about to face it again so soon.
In fact, they have heard a lot of news about typhoons over the past month, with typhoon forecasts coming in every few days.
However, either the location they generate is too far away from them, or the path they take will not pass through the sea area where they are located.
It's currently typhoon season, so it's not surprising that there are more typhoons now.
As long as it doesn't affect their homework, they won't care too much.
And it is clear that this typhoon is very likely to affect them.
Otherwise, Ah-chan wouldn't have lost his temper and swore like that.
"You guys close the net first, I'll go up and take a look."
Feng Ye gave the order and quickly ran to the driver's seat.
Ah-chan was listening to the marine weather forecast on the radio, his face ashen.
But it was almost over, and Feng Ye hadn't heard any specific information about the typhoon.
"What's going on? Another typhoon is coming?"
"Who knows what kind of crazy weather this is? Typhoons keep coming one after another, there's no rest at all."
Ah-Can cursed angrily, then turned off the radio and turned to look at Feng Ye.
"This typhoon is quite strong, with winds at its center possibly reaching level 14 or 15, and it is still intensifying. It is said that it may eventually reach level 16 or higher."
Upon hearing this, Feng Ye's expression also turned serious.
Typhoons of force 14 or 15 are no joke; they are classified as strong typhoons.
And anything above level 16 is considered a super typhoon.
This is far more severe than the last strong tropical storm we encountered; encountering one at sea would almost certainly mean certain death.
Let alone their 30-meter fishing boats, even larger ships, or even the dominant aircraft carriers of the sea, could not withstand such a strong typhoon.
"When did you arrive here, and where did you land?"
"It is expected to make landfall in our county the day after tomorrow."
However, the exact path of the typhoon is still somewhat uncertain.
Currently, it's only said that it might make landfall along the coast near our county, or it might move further north or south.
Ah-Can's face looked very unpleasant.
As people living by the sea, who hasn't witnessed the destructive power of a typhoon?
Especially with such a strong typhoon, its destructive power is absolutely catastrophic.
If it were to actually land in their county, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fishing boats at sea and houses by the sea will face enormous threats.
Feng Ye paused for a moment: "Weather forecasts are never very accurate, so hopefully this one won't be too accurate either."
I've been listening to marine weather forecasts for over two months now, and they've only been accurate a handful of times.
The last typhoon was particularly accurate, allowing them to escape disaster.
"yes!"
Ah-chan chimed in, "It would be best if it could be shifted a few hundred kilometers to avoid landing in our county, or land in Taiwan first, so that the impact on us would be much smaller."
Feng Ye nodded in agreement.
Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.
But we can only hope for the best; we still need to make preparations for the typhoon.
Fortunately, we received the news early, giving us enough time to prepare.
However, it seems that all the small fish and shrimp I collected since the afternoon before yesterday have been wasted.
He even felt a sense of absurdity.
These small, insignificant fish and shrimp are seriously incompatible with his birth chart.
This is the fourth time I've gone out to sea, and not once have I successfully brought back fish and shrimp to dry.
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