Before pulling it up, Widow Zhang prayed in all four directions, and surprisingly, she pulled up a grouper. Although it was a bit small, Widow Zhang was overjoyed.
Ye Cheng watched as everyone made a catch, feeling helpless. He guessed that these fish and shrimp were probably attracted by his own special bait. With so many fish traps set up, they were probably all confused.
If you do it like that, there's no room to put the fish traps down.
Ye Cheng didn't read the rest of the articles. He and Xiao Hu carried their things back to the village first, as he had to go to the city to sell fish.
The sky was very dark, the darkest time before dawn. The two groped their way back to the village. After putting the things down for Ye Cheng, Xiao Hu went home to sleep. He couldn't take it anymore after staying up all night.
Ye Cheng began to organize his day's gains:
Spider snails: 33
Bluefin wrasse: 6
Parrotfish: 5
Sea cucumbers: more than 40
Blue crabs: 5
Little Green Dragon: 1
White shrimp: over 30 jin
Bread crab: 1
5 catties of prawns
Then there are sardines and octopus, which can only be used as filler items.
Not bad, Ye Cheng felt that this could still be sold.
He tied the water tank to the motorcycle, then put the spider snails in a snakeskin bag, stacked them on top, and secured them. Before 6 o'clock, Ye Cheng rode his motorcycle into the city.
Ye Cheng still plans to sell at the vegetable market this time. Qian Zong's purchasing is okay, but from a sales perspective, it is necessary to pursue multiple avenues simultaneously to avoid being held hostage by others.
Today, Ye Cheng knew the way well. He planned to go to the spot from yesterday first. The old man had said he was saving a spot for him, but he didn't know if it was true or not.
Just as he rode his motorcycle past, an excited male voice rang out, "Young man, over here, over here!"
Ye Cheng looked and saw that it really was the same old man from yesterday, but he had changed seats; the seat from yesterday was occupied.
"Grandpa, did you reserve this space for me?" Ye Cheng pointed to an empty space next to the old man.
"Nonsense, who else would I give the food to if not you? This is all the food I ordered." The old man complained happily, and when he saw Ye Cheng arrive, even the wrinkles on his face seemed to lessen.
Ye Cheng glanced at the vegetable basket at the old man's feet and said jokingly, "Grandpa, is this all the vegetables you ordered? This is twice as much as yesterday."
Yesterday, the old man only filled two baskets with some vegetables, but today he filled two large baskets with vegetables, not just twice as much, but five times as much.
"Sold so well yesterday, I haven't had enough yet. I have to bring more today. You have to help me sell them today too, I definitely can't sell them all by myself."
The old man spoke frankly and directly, which Ye Cheng thought was good. There's no need to be hypocritical; sometimes being straightforward makes everyone feel more comfortable.
"Alright, sir, just for the fact that you helped me reserve this golden throne so early, I guarantee I'll sell all of these dishes today."
The old man helped Ye Cheng unload the goods. Looking at the huge pile of seafood, the old man couldn't help but sigh again.
"I'm starting to think of you more and more like a farm worker, with so many things to deal with every day."
"Does a farm have this kind of thing?" Ye Cheng pulled out a spider snail.
"Spider snails, not bad! You've made a fortune today!" The old man chuckled, genuinely happy for Ye Cheng.
To be honest, Ye Cheng was a little curious. The old man didn't seem to be jealous at all when he saw that he had made so much money. That didn't make sense.
"Grandpa, look, I sell seafood, and you sell vegetables. I earn more. Can't you do that?" Ye Cheng gestured tactfully with his hands.
The old man immediately understood, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Young man, I earn much more than you in a day. What do I have to be jealous of? I'm just selling vegetables for fun now."
Earn more than me?
Ye Cheng smiled, inwardly giving the old man a thumbs up.
You're really good at showing off.
I'm someone with a system, and you're saying you can earn more than me?
Ye Cheng didn't expose him. He arranged the things properly, and suddenly his stomach started growling.
"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Here, I have some steamed buns, my husband made them, want one?"
"Alright, sir, then I won't be polite."
Ye Cheng took the bun from the old man. The bun was quite well made, with dense pleats and a nice shape, but it was a little cold and a bit small.
Ye Cheng stuffed it in one bite, and a burst of fresh and fragrant flavor exploded in his mouth, reaching the tip of his tongue, making him unable to resist taking a deep breath.
"Grandpa, these steamed buns smell delicious. You're so lucky!"
The old man looked at him speechlessly, "Young man, how can you possibly taste the filling if you eat it like that? You're like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit."
"Grandpa, ginseng fruit isn't as delicious as steamed buns."
Of course, Ye Cheng was referring to the so-called ginseng fruit of later generations, which had an average taste.
Before the old man could speak, an older woman walked over, looked at the spider snail in front of Ye Cheng, and picked it up with great interest.
What's the price of these snails?
"Beautiful lady, look at the size. The big one is 150, the small one is 100, and the one you have is 120."
Spider snails are spider snails after all, and they are sold for a little less than conch, but they taste just as good. They just don't look as good.
The older woman was a little stunned when she heard the word "beautiful woman." She had half a head of white hair, and yet such a young man was calling her "beautiful woman."
Haha↗, my charm lasts a while.
As for the price, 120 seemed a bit expensive. Before the older woman could even speak, the older man next to her quickly held up a bunch of scallions.
"Buy snails and I'll give you a bunch of scallions for free."
Damn, grandpa, you're even answering questions faster now!
The woman looked at the snails, then at the scallions, still hesitating.
Ye Cheng continued, "Beautiful lady, have one, it's very fresh. Press it and it'll even ooze water."
The woman pressed it, and water really did come out; it was still alive.
"Okay, give me one then." The woman took out her wallet and started counting her money.
"Beautiful lady, how about some shrimp or something? I have plenty of other seafood here." Ye Cheng said while packing up some for the older woman, introducing his other products.
The older woman looked at the white shrimp and the prawns, and bought some more white shrimp. The older man also obediently offered her a bunch of chives.
The auntie spent a total of 140 yuan, and Ye Cheng gave the uncle 5 yuan as payment for the vegetables.
The old man happily accepted the money and was just about to chat with Ye Cheng.
A surprised, husky male voice rang out, "A blue wrasse, so beautiful!"
Ye Cheng looked up at the people coming from the other side. A middle-aged woman was with a young man. The middle-aged woman was dressed in a decent casual outfit and had a gentle and elegant temperament. The young man was tall and had long legs. He was full of youthful energy and was dressed in a brand-name sportswear.
Just as Ye Cheng was feeling a lewd jealousy towards the young man, the middle-aged woman looked at him and said something.
"Son, do you like this fish?"
Damn, they're mother and son.
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