"You think Chen Jinhai will agree? Don't be naive. Don't worry, we'll go back today and I'll figure something out."
Seeing Ye Cheng's confident demeanor, Xiao Hu felt much more at ease. He didn't know why, but Ye Cheng, with his heart in his heart, always gave people confidence.
"Let's go, we won't get anything here, let's go home and rest." Ye Cheng got up and walked towards the shore.
This trip has basically verified the effectiveness of the system. With a luck value of 20, not only is the output low, but the quality of the seafood encountered is also poor. The best thing today was small razor clams, which were dead.
It seems that if my luck is bad in the future, I should just stay at home. Going out is a waste of time.
Seeing that the two of them had come up so quickly, Widow Zhang was a little surprised. She looked into their buckets and found nothing but a few sand bream and mussels.
"Oh, not so great today? You only managed to get this little bit? Didn't you say you were lucky?" Widow Zhang chuckled, mocking Ye Cheng.
"It's better than you being a widow who brings bad luck to her husband," Ye Cheng said calmly.
Upon hearing Ye Cheng say that she was a jinx to her husband, Widow Zhang immediately broke down. Her husband had died in a sea accident, but the villagers always said that she was a jinx, so she couldn't stand hearing the words "jinx to her husband."
"You dare say I'm a jinx to husbands? I'll fight you to the death!" Widow Zhang threw down the melon seeds in her hand in anger, bent down to pick up a stone, and wanted to fight Ye Cheng to the death.
Ye Cheng looked at her calmly, "That's enough. You don't actually care whether you're a jinx or not. You just want to protect yourself. There's no need to put on an act in front of me."
And, out of pity for you, I'll give you this advice: following the village chief will never end well.
After saying that, Ye Cheng turned and left, leaving Widow Zhang stunned and looking at the stone in her hand.
She was a little confused. Ye Cheng was so strange just now. He had a strange aura about him, the kind of aura that made people want to listen to him as soon as they saw him.
And he could even see through me.
That's right, she really doesn't care if she's a jinx to her husband. Her deceased husband wasn't good to her, and to be honest, it's better that he's dead, so he won't beat her when he's drunk.
But she had to raise her child alone and make a living, so she had to become tough. In the village, if you weren't tough, you'd be bullied to death.
She also had this idea of getting close to the village chief.
Ye Cheng just said that following the village chief will not end well?
Is this guy telling the truth or just fooling himself?
Widow Zhang felt a little lost.
Xiao Hu was still worried and kept looking back, afraid that Widow Zhang might suddenly throw a stone at him.
"Don't look. She's just a pitiful person. She won't smash anything," Ye Cheng said calmly.
"Okay," Little Tiger replied, and obediently followed Ye Cheng home.
"Let's go back today and not go beachcombing. We'll see tomorrow. Don't worry, the village chief can't stop us."
Before leaving, Ye Cheng comforted Xiao Hu, saying that if he didn't reassure him, the guy would probably grumble all night.
Back home, Ye Cheng tidied up briefly and took out the trash he had cleaned up in the morning before preparing dinner.
Ye Guowei arrived just as the rice cooker was plugged in.
He looked at the yard with some surprise. "Acheng, you're going to fix up the yard?"
"Yeah, brother, I'm planning to tidy up the yard and plant some vegetables or something."
"It's good to grow some vegetables so that we'll have vegetables to eat at home in the future. Buying them outside is too expensive."
"Brother, did you come to bring me something?" Ye Cheng pointed to the basin in Ye Guowei's hand.
"Ah, right." Ye Guowei placed the pot on Ye Cheng's dining table, opened the lid, and a waft of steam came out—a large pot of fragrant braised pork.
"Wow, did your sister-in-law make this?" Ye Cheng asked happily.
Jiang Yunxiang is a good cook; her braised pork is very fragrant. In his previous life, Ye Cheng loved to eat braised pork, but he was too old then and had high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar, so he dared not eat it.
"Well, your sister-in-law said you don't like coming over for meals, so she specially cooked a pot and brought it over. You can put it in the refrigerator and just heat it up when you want to eat it."
Your sister-in-law also ordered dried tofu and boiled eggs.
Ye Guowei showed Ye Cheng the goods in the basin.
"Okay, okay, brother, stop doing that. My food isn't ready yet, and you're making me hungry."
"Eat if you're hungry. If you're still hungry, ask your sister-in-law to cook more. You're not like you used to be, and your sister-in-law is very pleased about that."
Uh... Ye Cheng was speechless, feeling that his older brother was about to switch to "old father" mode.
"Brother, are you alright? If not, hurry back and eat. Your wife will be getting impatient. I'll bring this basin over to you later."
Ye Guowei responded and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly stopped.
"Hey, Cheng, the village said the village chief has designated the mudflats, right?"
Ye Cheng's expression hardened; he hadn't expected his elder brother to know as well.
"Yeah, he put it on that rocky beach next to us." Ye Cheng handed a cigarette to Ye Guowei.
Ye Guowei lit a cigarette with a troubled expression, sat down, and looked distressed.
"Brother, it's okay. You can go beachcombing on the rocky beach. Don't worry."
“Acheng, now that you’re willing to work, if beachcombing isn’t easy, you can come with me to work at the dock. You can earn over 1,000 a month, which is enough to support your family.”
"Brother, forget it. That kind of manual labor isn't for me." Ye Cheng shook his head and refused. As an elite from a large factory in his previous life, it was impossible for him to do manual labor.
"Well..." Ye Guowei frowned even more deeply, "Then do as you please for now. Just don't go against the village chief in the future. The Chen family has a lot of influence here, and we can't beat them."
"Okay, I got it, bro." Ye Cheng readily agreed.
There's no way around it; if we don't agree, this guy will probably keep nagging for a while.
"Okay, I'll head back now. Come over for dinner whenever you have time, and don't just eat instant noodles all the time." Ye Guowei pointed to the pile of instant noodles against the wall.
"Okay, okay, I understand."
Ye Cheng breathed a sigh of relief after quickly sending this Tang Monk-like older brother away.
Sigh, this guy is good in every way, except he's too long-winded, and he's also afraid of the village chief.
Never mind, he'll find out when he's more capable.
Money can provide support.
The rice was cooked, and Ye Cheng first scooped a spoonful of braised pork broth and poured it over the rice. The white rice instantly turned into the reddish-brown color of soy sauce, looking very tempting.
The dried tofu was very chewy and had a strong bean flavor, unlike the dried tofu of later generations, which had no flavor at all.
The only downside is that the braised pork is a bit fatty. Oh well, when you're poor, fatty meat really does taste better.
Ye Cheng could only pinch off the lean meat and eat it, while throwing away the fatty meat.
A bowl of rice, a plate of braised pork, and a bottle of beer—this is the life I'm living.
The night sky was bright, and some unknown insects were singing. It was peaceful, but also a little boring.
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