The car drove into the island, and Mingjing leisurely disembarked and went into the convenience store.
"Uncle Wang, get me a bottle of water and five cases of beer."
"Did you drink fake alcohol?" Old Wang laughed.
"It's more authentic than yours, hurry up."
Mingjing was so thirsty that he seriously suspected the wine was fake.
"You want to take back the wine I gave you yesterday?" Old Wang pouted, unwilling.
"Go away, do you think I'm that kind of person? Put it on the tab, I'll pay you back when I wake up from my nap," Mingjing said impatiently.
She hadn't gone so far as to falsely accuse him. Giving Old Wang wine was just a matter of courtesy; what would it look like if he took it back?
Don't forget.
As Old Wang spoke, he didn't really expect Mingjing to get her revenge. After all, she was someone no one in the village dared to mess with now. If she got angry, she could ruin Old Wang's reputation, and he would have no choice but to accept it.
Mingjing gulped down a bottle of water and went back to the car to fall asleep.
Back home, Xie Junan escorted Mingjing home, told the others about the drinking party, and then went straight back to town.
Mingjing slept until dark before waking up.
"Third Aunt, are you dead?" Minglei asked, leaning over the bedside, his round eyes watery and red-rimmed.
"Get lost."
Mingjing covered her head and got up.
"Third Aunt, she's still alive!" Minglei jumped up and ran out, then came back a moment later with a bowl of water in his hand. "Third Aunt, have some water."
Mingjing felt much better after taking a sip.
"Third Aunt, I've already fed the kitten, it might have eaten it."
Mingjing got up, leaned out the window, glanced at the cat below, then got up to change the cat's dressing, her head still spinning.
"Hmm, much better."
"Sister, you're awake?" Mingyue was sitting in the courtyard reading a book when she saw Mingjing and smiled.
Mingliang came in and closed the door, exhaling towards the doorway. "Mingjing, don't go out. Zhang Fan and a few female classmates have been loitering outside for a long time. They're probably looking for you."
"Oh," Mingjing said casually.
Mingjing knew Zhang Fan's little scheme all too well; he just wanted to get a few women to make him anxious.
"By the way, that guy said the Li family's land requires a transfer fee of 20,000 yuan. I think the Zhang family is deliberately trying to trip us up."
"Twenty thousand it is, it's not expensive."
Mingjing originally felt bad about taking Old Li's land for free, so giving him 20,000 yuan made her feel better, and besides, it wasn't that expensive.
Ming Dahai, carrying a hoe, came in from outside, beaming.
"The land on the mountain is almost ready. Tomorrow I'll go to town to buy some fruit seedlings and plant some mangoes and peaches. Too many will be too much to handle."
Ming Dahai put down his hoe and spoke to himself.
"Dad, do you have any hooks at home?"
A multi-hook rig is a traditional fishing method used by fishermen along the coast. Many hooks are linked together with bait to increase the catch, but they are prone to getting tangled.
"Yes, but I haven't used it much for many years. That thing is too troublesome to set up."
How big is it?
"Three hundred meters, you're going to use it for going out to sea?"
"Hmm, for sea fishing. Let me see where it is."
The fishing rod in her hand can hold up to two hooks. If she has a multi-hook rig, she can catch a lot of fish at once, saving a lot of time.
Ming Dahai turned around and rummaged around inside for a while, then pulled out a rusty string of hooks, a nylon rope as thick as an arm, and placed a large fishhook every ten meters.
Several tiny fishhooks were also hanging from the large fishhook, a dense cluster of them intertwined and hooked together.
"There are too many hooks."
Mingjing was somewhat displeased, saying that the hooks were too close together and tangled together, which was not conducive to fishing.
"Yeah, this is something from the team when I was in labor camp. I haven't used it much since."
Back then, the focus was on mass production, and no other factors were considered. Everyone wanted to catch as many fish as possible. After his labor reform ended, he didn't want to touch this stuff at all.
Mingjing picked up the hook and examined it carefully.
The hooks were very tightly packed and tangled, like a mess of hemp, and could not be opened unless cut with scissors.
"It's unusable, Dad. Let's buy a new one."
Mingjing remembered that the fishing tackle shop charged 3,000 points, and she was more willing to spend money.
"No need, this is simple, all of us fishermen can make it, it won't take more than a few days."
Previously, Ming Dahai had always used Ming Dashan's hooks. He was too lazy to make his own, and it was too much trouble to organize them. Now that he had fallen out with Ming Dashan, he thought he should make one himself.
“Then make a two-thousand-meter one, and I’ll make the fishhooks.”
Fish hooks are still cheap at fishing tackle shops.
"Mingjing, when are we going to go beachcombing?"
Ming Dahai was anxious. He hadn't fished for two days, and he knew he wouldn't catch much if he went by himself. His hands were itching to go fishing.
"Let's take a break for the next couple of days and focus on getting the boat and land sorted out first."
"Then take a few days off?" Ming Dahai asked anxiously.
"I don't know, let's do it as soon as possible, we've been in the spotlight a lot lately."
A tall tree catches the wind; if the villagers find out she owns a yacht, the deck will probably be crushed.
Seeing Mingjing's insistence, Ming Dahai pursed his lips and stubbornly held back.
After saying that, Mingjing turned around and went back into the house, where she lay on the bed and checked her fishing tackle shop points.
She now has over 10,000 points, her luck stat has increased by more than a dozen, and her farm progress has reached 99.9%.
If we wait a few days and accumulate some, we might encounter some big catches like king crab or tuna.
Late at night, just as Mingjing was about to fall asleep, her older brother called; it was Zhang Fan.
She wondered where Zhang Fan had gotten her phone number. Hesitantly, she answered, only to find out that Zhang Fan wanted to invite her to dinner in town. He said that Zhang Ping had signed the papers in prison and asked her to come and get them. Mingjing simply told him to come to his house tomorrow to pick them up.
...
Early in the morning, Mingjing opened the fishing tackle shop. Her luck stat had stacked up to 160, and she was sure to catch a big catch today. With that thought, she decided to go beachcombing again.
Even if she just wanders around, she can find sea cucumbers the size of her palm. How could she let go of such easy money?
Looking at the points, she suddenly seemed to understand the difference between the Napoleon wrasse and the giant clam.
When you have a lot of points, you will often encounter some rare species. The system seems to be able to identify the number of species. If the number is small, it will trigger the release system.
Because every time a rare species appears, the system will generate a recognition head similar to scanning a QR code.
There must be more Napoleon wrasse than giant clams now, which is why the system didn't confiscate her Napoleon wrasse.
That meant that with her current points, she might encounter a rare species if she went out today. Thinking of this, she got out of bed.
Before heading to the beach, Mingjing carried five cases of beer with him.
That piece of land has been dragging on for too long. Mingjing decided to resolve this matter today. Wang Yinhua crouched down and meowed at the bushes.
Several clear hickeys on her neck, disheveled hair, and a haggard appearance.
"Mimi, where are you?" Wang Yinhua asked hoarsely.
Mingjing remembered the cat, stepped forward and whispered, "Auntie, are you looking for another orange cat?"
"You know?" Wang Yinhua's eyes were bloodshot, her face was horrified, and her lips trembled.
Mingjing remembered that Wang Yinhua was not like this the last time she saw her. How come she looks like a ghost now?
"Yes, in my house, you..."
Before Mingjing could finish speaking, a man walked towards them. Wang Yinhua was so frightened by the man that she trembled and turned to run away.
An old man, leaning on a cane, walked by unsteadily; he was as thin as a bean sprout.
"Hey, you don't want the cat anymore?"
Mingjing shouted loudly, and Wang Yinhua ran even faster, as if she had seen some kind of ghost.
Neuropathy.
Mingjing glanced at Wang Yinhua, cursed under his breath, and then turned to head towards the Zhang family.
"Mingjing has arrived."
Knowing that Mingjing was coming yesterday, Zhang Fan prepared a huge table of dishes, including a ton of braised dishes and hot dishes that looked like the work of a restaurant in town.
There was no one else in the house except Mingjing, and the atmosphere was strange.
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