"You didn't even brush your teeth or wash your face before eating," Jiang Yunxiang scolded softly, then went inside to help collect and wash Ye Cheng's clothes from yesterday.
"By the way, sister-in-law, how much did I drink yesterday? Why do I feel so hungry?" Ye Cheng asked while eating. He had never been this hungry before, even when he drank too much.
Speaking of yesterday, Jiang Yunxiang sneered twice, "You were so hungry, you threw it all up, and then you kept drinking. You were so energetic, we couldn't stop you."
"Uh..." Upon suddenly hearing about his glorious deeds yesterday, Ye Chengzhou almost couldn't finish his porridge.
"No way, was I that strong yesterday?"
“Go and smell it yourself. The yard and even our house still smell of your alcohol. I’ve been ventilating for ages, but it’s no use.”
Ye Cheng pursed his lips. Okay, it might be true. I'd better just pretend I don't know.
"Don't go out too hard today, especially don't go into the sea, understand? Sleep in a little longer this morning, and come over for lunch. Your stomach must be hurt from all this." Jiang Yunxiang said a few more words before leaving with Ye Cheng's dirty clothes.
After finishing his meal, Ye Cheng was too lazy to even wash his face and went back to sleep, unable to stop his headache.
Ye Cheng spent most of the day in a daze, only feeling better after dinner, at which point he finally had time to check the system:
Luck value: 70+20
Points: 1250
Deposits: 102,000; Loans: 40,000
My savings have decreased by several thousand, but I spent a lot on fireworks yesterday to treat everyone.
"This luck is pretty good," Ye Cheng thought, suddenly feeling more alert. "I'd feel bad if I didn't do something about it."
He went to Xiao Hu's house, where Xiao Hu's parents were. As soon as they saw Ye Cheng, they teased him, "Cheng, you're awake! You drank quite a bit yesterday."
Ye Cheng also found out that he had vomited three times yesterday and had drunk more than two jin of liquor. He was lucky to be alive.
"Hehe, I'm just showing off. Uncle and Aunt, where's Xiaohu?"
According to his older brother, Xiao Hu didn't drink much yesterday, probably only about half a kilogram. Given Xiao Hu's alcohol tolerance, he should be fine.
"Little Tiger is here."
"Xiao Hu, A-Cheng is here!" Aunt Wang called out loudly.
Xiao Hu then came out, his face rosy; he really was unharmed.
“If I don’t look for you all day, you don’t look for me either,” Ye Cheng said.
Xiao Hu looked aggrieved. "No, brother, you were sleeping like a log, I couldn't wake you up no matter what I said, and you're blaming me?"
"Oh? You looked for me?"
"Well, my parents are both here, and I've been there twice already."
Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang quickly nodded, "Yes, Xiao Hu originally said he would take you to go beachcombing, but you didn't wake up even after going twice."
Ye Cheng touched his nose and said, "Okay."
"Take it. We'll go get some goods tonight. I've slept all day anyway."
"Okay, bro, wait for me a minute, I'll grab my things."
Ye Cheng planned to go beachcombing today, so he only brought shovels and nets. He really didn't want to touch the fishing rod; he'd think about it later.
The two men set off carrying snakeskin bags and two water tanks.
But as soon as he stepped outside, Ye Cheng stopped and turned to look at Xiao Hu. "So, where are we going?"
Xiao Hu looked at Ye Cheng with a confused expression. "Brother, you're always the one who chooses the location."
"I don't know where to go today either. There's obviously no hope at the village entrance. Never mind, think of something today."
Xiao Hu scratched his head. "Brother, I don't know how to do things that require thinking."
"Take your time thinking, no rush." Ye Cheng sat down in the courtyard and lit a cigarette.
Xiao Hu scratched his head and thought for a long time, then muttered, "How about we go to the mudflats over there?"
Ye Cheng knew where the mudflats Xiao Hu was talking about were; they were a short walk from the village, and not in the same direction as Liu Village.
It was all muddy there, but there were quite a few things there.
"Okay, let's go there."
Since it wasn't far from the village, the two of them stopped riding their bikes, picked up their things, and left, arriving quickly.
Under the moonlight, the silvery moonlight spills onto the mudflats, creating shimmering waves and a tranquil scene—perfect for beachcombing.
The beach was mostly muddy with few rocks. After walking on it for a couple of times, their shoes were covered in mud, making it difficult to walk. So they simply took off their shoes and went barefoot.
These undeveloped mudflats generally don't have broken glass, so going barefoot isn't a big problem.
The two walked a short distance, put the water tank on the ground, and began searching on their own.
Beachcombing on the mudflats involves doing one thing: finding cave entrances.
Wearing a headlamp, Ye Cheng slowly searched the mudflats. When he saw a small puddle, he stopped, squatted down, and examined it carefully.
This hole is bigger than the holes of razor clams and sea cucumbers, so there should be crabs inside.
Ye Cheng squatted down and took out a shovel to dig down into the hole.
With a squelching sound, the black silt was squeezed out of the mud. Ye Cheng scooped up a large handful of mud and placed it aside.
After digging three times, the hole went down more than ten centimeters, but it was still the same size, and we didn't see anything.
Digging any deeper would require a lot of effort, so Ye Cheng rolled up his sleeves, put on rubber gloves (to avoid being bitten), and reached into the hole to see if there was anything there, so as not to dig for nothing.
As soon as Ye Cheng put his forearm in, he felt something hit his hand.
Okay, it's good that it's in stock.
With a pop, Ye Cheng pulled his hand out of the hole, then picked up the shovel and started digging.
Based on this depth, he widened the opening a bit more and then dug further down.
This time, we dug down nearly 20 centimeters. Just as we got the soil out, we saw a dark thing jump out, wagging its tail and trying to escape.
Ye Cheng pressed down on it, but unexpectedly, the thing was quite slippery. With a twist of its body, it slipped out from under Ye Cheng's hand. Ye Cheng quickly switched hands and pressed down on it, finally managing to hold it down.
It was a fish. He brushed the mud off the fish and saw that it was a goby.
The Chinese goby, also known as the Chinese mudskipper, is a species of goby that inhabits the mid-to-low tide zone of brackish waters in shallow seas, bays, and estuaries. Its body is cylindrical at the front and laterally compressed at the rear, with black stripes on its back.
Because it eats crabs, it is also called crab tiger fish.
Crab goby is a prized edible fish that is high in protein and low in fat. Its flesh is tender and delicious, rich but not greasy, fresh but not fishy, and highly nutritious. There is a saying that "one fish is worth three chickens," so it is relatively expensive and can cost over a hundred yuan per kilogram.
Crab goby fish are not large, usually only a few ounces in size. The one Ye Cheng has is estimated to weigh seven or eight ounces, which is already considered a very large individual.
Ye Cheng put the crab goby into the snakeskin bag. This kind of fish is quite resilient and doesn't die easily.
"Brother, did you catch anything?" Xiao Hu slowly walked over.
"Goby fish, come dig over here, there are definitely more," Ye Cheng said.
"Oh, there's this too? Okay, I'll dig it up."
Upon hearing about the goby, Little Tiger quickened his pace.
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