Despite Feng Ye and A Can having done their best and exerted all their strength.
But faced with the countless small yellow croakers, their efforts seem like a drop in the ocean, insignificant.
The number of small yellow croakers floating on the sea surface has not decreased; on the contrary, it has increased.
They resemble a golden ocean, spreading densely across thousands of square kilometers from the center of the Rising Sun.
As they fished with all their might, the red fishing boat gradually approached and eventually stopped about sixty meters away from the Rising Sun.
This ship is much smaller than the Rising Sun, only about twelve meters long.
The crew on board was the same as that on the Rising Sun, consisting of only two people, one old and one young.
Clearly, this is a fishing boat owned by a father and son.
Small fishing boats, only a dozen meters long, are usually operated by father-son or husband-wife teams.
Cases like the Rising Sun are quite rare.
Feng Ye did not know the father and son, nor had he ever seen the fishing boat, so he was certain they were not from Dongtou Village.
After the red fishing boat stopped, the father and son couldn't wait to get to work.
Each of them held a net and moved quickly and skillfully, frantically scooping the small yellow croakers onto the boat.
Seeing this, Feng Ye and A Can felt helpless and could only try their best to speed up.
After all, the ocean belongs to the public, not to individuals; everyone has the right to fish anywhere.
Despite some established rules, people generally do not arbitrarily intrude into the waters where others are operating.
But no one would easily give up such an opportunity to make money out of thin air.
Moreover, this was their first time in this area, and they might have unintentionally wandered into someone else's work area, so there was even less reason to drive them away.
For a moment, it seemed as if a fierce battle to catch fish was taking place between the Rising Sun and the red fishing boat.
Feng Ye and A Can were completely absorbed in their work, not even having time to chat, their hands mechanically repeating the action of scooping fish.
However, the number of small yellow croakers seems to be endless, and their catches each time are just a drop in the ocean compared to the small yellow croakers that are constantly rising to the surface.
When Feng Ye cast the net again, he realized that the net was not very effective and its efficiency was somewhat low.
"Hey, the hand-throwing net isn't very effective. The landing net you're using is much faster."
Feng Ye sighed deeply.
The small yellow croakers on the sea surface were densely packed together, layer upon layer, which seriously affected the sinker's sinking speed.
Moreover, hand-throwing a net to catch fish takes time and requires a lot of effort to clean the net, making it less efficient than using a landing net.
Although a landing net may not catch as many fish as a hand-thrown net, it is much faster!
"There's nothing we can do about it. This is the only landing net I have on the boat, so you'll have to make do with it."
Ah-Can shrugged helplessly.
He actually hoped to have more landing nets, but the problem was that the Rising Sun ship simply didn't have any left.
Feng Ye looked up at the red fishing boat not far away. The boat was using two landing nets at the same time, and its efficiency was indeed higher than theirs.
Every time the father and son scooped up a net, they would quickly dump the small yellow croakers from the net onto the deck, and then swiftly dip the net back into the water.
This process is repeated continuously, and the speed of the movements is astonishing.
Feng Ye shook his head with a mixture of envy and helplessness. Seeing that the sinker had almost sunk, he quickly pulled up the hand-thrown net.
Another heavy net of small yellow croakers was hauled onto the boat.
With a "splash," the entire container of fish was poured out.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind like lightning, and he couldn't help but shout excitedly, "I've got it!"
Before he finished speaking, he quickly untied the safety rope from the hand-thrown net, turned around, and ran towards the cabin.
"What method?"
Ah-Can was a little confused by his sudden action, but his hands did not stop, and he continued to scoop up the small yellow croakers.
A moment later, Feng Ye reappeared on the deck.
Unlike before, he now carried a bamboo basket.
What are you doing with that bamboo basket?
Ah-Can was filled with suspicion and couldn't understand Feng Ye's intentions.
Feng Ye chuckled: "You'll find out soon enough."
Ah-chan felt increasingly lost and helpless.
Then Feng Ye took the bamboo pole used for propelling the boat, and took out a pair of pliers and a piece of wire from the bamboo basket. He then used the wire to firmly fix the bamboo pole to the bamboo basket.
Only then did Ah-Can realize his mistake and exclaimed involuntarily, "Great idea! This way, it's essentially a landing net!"
A satisfied smile appeared on Feng Ye's face. He gripped the bamboo pole tightly with both hands and then forcefully pushed it into the sea.
With a "splash," the bamboo basket plunged into the water, and a large amount of seawater rushed into it instantly.
Feng Ye gripped the bamboo pole tightly and pulled back with all his might, instantly filling the bamboo basket with small yellow croakers.
It was so heavy that it seemed about to break the bamboo basket.
As the bamboo basket was pulled back close to the side of the boat, he used both hands to lift the full basket of small yellow croakers onto the boat.
This basket of small yellow croakers weighs at least fifty or sixty pounds, much more than what was caught with a net.
This thing is a bit heavy, though, and it takes a lot of physical effort.
"ox!"
Ah-chan couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
Feng Ye smiled smugly, but didn't stop, and plunged the bamboo basket into the sea again...
After they had been fishing for about half an hour, no more small yellow croakers surfaced from the seabed.
I don't know if the school of fish has left, or if this school of fish is just this big.
The small yellow croakers that used to float densely on the sea surface are slowly decreasing at a rate imperceptible to the naked eye due to their fishing.
The people on both boats, like tireless robots, repeatedly dipped their landing nets or homemade fishing tools into the sea...
On the sea, sunlight shines down, the water sparkles, and the busy figures create a picture of hard work.
Although Feng Ye and A Can were panting and sweating profusely, their eyes shone with excitement.
Such an opportunity is truly rare; we must seize every moment and try to gain as much as possible.
Not far away, the father and son on the red fishing boat also showed no signs of stopping.
After all, this is like picking up money!
As time went by, the small yellow croakers that were once densely packed on the sea surface gradually became sparse...
Meanwhile, the number of small yellow croakers hauled up from the two boats kept increasing, piling up on the deck like a small mountain.
Only after the last floating yellow croaker was successfully scooped up did Feng Ye and A Can finally collapse onto the deck with a sigh of relief, finally able to rest.
They were all exhausted, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.
When their eyes fell on the boat full of small yellow croakers, the two felt it was all worth it, and their excitement was palpable.
Today, they stumbled upon the right place on their sea voyage.
This achievement is simply unbelievable.
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