Mingjing stroked the cat's fur; it was soft and felt very comfortable to touch. The wound had almost healed, but the fur wasn't growing back much, which looked a bit strange.
Mingjing then brought out another tattered garment and laid it in the cage, soothing Zhaocai to go inside and read a comic book.
After finishing the book, the wind outside grew stronger, making the door creak and groan. Mingjing couldn't sleep at all. With nothing to do, she opened the fishing tackle shop.
The next second, it suddenly launched itself into the air.
With a luck value of 400, even the chicken farm in the farm system has been unlocked. If we go out to sea today, we'll earn at least 100,000.
Looking out at the typhoon-stricken sky, Mingjing recalled the harvest from the last typhoon. Could it be that God was telling her that there were good things waiting for her?
Mingjing got up and went out, just as Minglei bumped into her.
"You're always running around aimlessly, have you done your homework?"
Minglei held a small windmill in his hand, raised his little face and smiled, "I'm done writing."
"Nonsense, is that pile of homework on your desk toilet paper?" Mingjing said irritably, pointing to the messy books on the living room table.
Ming Lei chuckled and scratched his head, "I can finish writing it."
"Nonsense! Go write it now, don't stay up all night and not get a single question right."
Whether now or in the future, children are always playful. On the last day of every holiday, they all start cramming for their homework, which makes adults anxious too.
Minglei is smart, but also mischievous. He needs to be properly taught while he is still young.
"Go do five pages of homework today, then you can play. Mingyue, you keep an eye on her."
Mingjing recalled the last time she saw Minglei doing his homework. Not only was his handwriting as messy as a dog's scribbles, but his addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division were also a complete mess. Only his Chinese was somewhat better.
The most important thing in mathematics is urgency. "Third Aunt, are you going to go beachcombing now? Take me with you, I'll write it when I get back."
"If you stay home and do your homework properly, with your build, you'll definitely end up feeding the fish at the beach."
If it weren't for the typhoon, she could have taken Minglei for a walk, but now that the waves are three meters high, she wouldn't dare take the child out.
The closer you get to the sea, the more stinging the wind becomes on your face. The waves crash against the rocks, creating high sprays that feel like cannon fire in your ears.
Mingjing randomly found a stretch of mudflat and wanted to go down and check the situation. When he peeked out, good heavens, the beach was packed with people.
Perhaps because they managed to find a lot of goods during the last Typhoon Mingjing, the villagers wanted to try their luck this time.
But their luck was far worse than Mingjing's; apart from some ordinary fish and shrimp, they had nothing of value.
Mingjing pursed her lips and continued walking forward. It wasn't high tide yet, but the waves still submerged most of the mudflats.
Only a small section of the high-lying rocky embankment had a pool of water below. Mingjing glanced down and saw a crab the size of a thumb hiding in a crevice in the rocks.
This stuff is usually used to make drunken crab; it has little meat and not much to eat.
As she was about to walk forward, she caught a glimpse of pink being washed ashore by a giant wave. It looked like a tree branch, pink in color, and from a distance, it also resembled deer antlers.
Mingjing held it in her hand and examined it carefully; it even smelled of seawater.
Pink coral is quite rare.
Mingjing thought it looked nice, so she put the coral away and threw it into the bucket.
After wandering around the beach for a while without finding the big cargo he wanted, Mingjing frowned. Could it be underwater?
Mingjing opened the fishing tackle shop feeling dejected. Her luck stat had reached 500. Remembering the coral she had just picked up, she turned to look for something on the shore.
Later, Mingjing saw another pink coral, smaller than the last one, but thicker and smoother.
She didn't know much about corals, only that they were formed from the calcareous skeletons secreted by coral polyps, and were usually red or white.
Pink coral is quite rare, and the points at the fishing tackle shop increase based on the value of the seafood, so this thing must be something special.
As Mingjing began to pay attention to her feet, more and more pink corals appeared, but they were mostly the size of a thumb, as if they had been broken off by the sea.
Reaching the end of the dike, Mingjing had already collected half a bucket of coral. She then turned and went to another higher beach, which was not yet submerged by the sea.
Huh?
Mingjing looked down at the beach and spotted a pinkish hue. She bent down and dug through the surrounding sand, discovering it was a complete pink coral.
In order not to damage the coral, Mingjing carefully dug a large pit and took out the entire coral, holding it in her hands.
This coral weighs at least ten pounds, is intact, and has a thick root system; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a sculpture.
The bucket couldn't hold it all, so Mingjing put the coral in the warehouse, intending to continue exploring.
Rumble.
A sudden clap of thunder startled Mingjing, and the sea breeze grew even stronger, instantly darkening the sky and plunging everything into darkness.
Mingjing sensed something was wrong and turned to go home.
Along the way, many villagers returning from beachcombing saw Mingjing and excitedly gathered around it. Upon seeing a bucket of coral, several of them laughed.
"Mingjing, this thing isn't worth anything, why did you pick it up?"
“It looks nice. I’m not building a house; I plan to put it inside as a decoration,” Mingjing replied with a smile.
Girls all like pink, so no one thought much of it.
Turning around, everyone started discussing whether Mingjing had lost his mind, or that Mingjing had used up all his good luck and was just making do with a bunch of broken corals.
Back home, Mingjing put the coral inside and searched for the word "coral" in the fishing tackle shop. She actually found it.
The coral she saw was the finest of corals, known as baby face coral or sea anemone coral.
These are corals formed from the powdery structure of coral polyps on the seabed. Through the continuous accumulation of secretions, they transform into unique colors, generally light and pink.
Because it has the color of a baby's skin, is smooth and gentle, and has a delicate texture, it is called "baby's face".
In ancient times, only the emperor could enjoy it, making it extremely rare, but now it is worthless.
The baby-faced coral in the fishing tackle shop is an ornament that can maintain good health. It costs 100,000 points, and even a discerning eye knows how precious it is.
She counted her corals; there were eighteen pieces in total, plus the whole coral, making nineteen.
Mingjing estimated that all those children's masks were worth at least 300,000.
This money is enough for her to buy two boats.
However, I don't know the price of Haiermian (a type of baby noodle) now, since it's not well-known in China yet. I'll have to consult some experts.
With the coral safely stored away, Mingjing confidently went out.
"Mingliang, Dad, are you two busy tomorrow?"
"It's okay, there's a typhoon outside, we can't go anywhere."
"Oh, then we'll go to the city tomorrow and take you to run some errands."
"What is it?" Ming Dahai asked curiously.
"event."
After finishing her story, Mingjing went back to her room and happily rolled around on the bed.
Early in the morning, the wind was still blowing outside, but the raindrops had lessened considerably.
On rainy days, they can't ride their bikes, so they take a boat to town and then a taxi.
"Mingjing, you've been holding it in all this way, what are you up to?" Ming Dahai asked, completely bewildered.
"Dad, did you know that coral can be sold for money?"
"Sell it for money? There's so much of that stuff. If it were possible to sell it for money, the seabed would have been emptied long ago."
Mingjing smiled and said to the driver, "Driver, take us to the best jade processing place around here."
The car stopped at the entrance of an old street. Mingjing got out of the car and looked around. The antique buildings had a classical feel to them.
"This is the best jade processing workshop in the city. Don't let its small size fool you, it's full of skilled workers."
Mingjing paid the money and walked into the store with a large box in his hand.
Is the boss in?
A man in his thirties was sitting in the main room, carving a jade piece at the table. It was a Guanyin statue. He was wearing glasses and looked very capable.
"Speak if you have something to say."
After speaking, the man continued working with his head down.
Do you buy coral here?
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