Mingyue shook her head, "I know a little, but my handwriting isn't very good."
“That’s enough. Here, take the pencil. I’ll tell you what to write.” Mingjing tore off a page and placed it on the table.
"Brother Zhang Fan, I'll be waiting for you at the beach at 10 p.m. tonight. I have something to tell you."
Mingyue wrote stroke by stroke, and Mingjing picked it up, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction.
Qian Jiu'er dropped out of school after junior high. Her handwriting was terrible, but she could pass the test if it was just a little ugly.
After finishing writing on a sheet of paper, Mingjing began to write a letter on the table using the slender gold script.
"Jiu'er, I brought you gifts and food from the city. I'll be waiting for you at the beach at 10 pm tonight. Don't be late."
"Sister, what's the use of all these?" Mingyue scratched her head.
Mingjing crumpled the two pieces of paper into a ball, then turned around and took out a 50-cent coin and a one-yuan coin from under her pillow, wrapping them around the crumpled paper.
"It can preserve our family's wealth and even make a small profit. Remember, 50 cents is Qian Jiu'er, and 1 yuan is Zhang Fan. Don't get them mixed up."
Mingjing handed the 50 cents to Mingyue, keeping the rest for herself.
"Let's go out and deliver the gifts, let's go to Qian Jiu'er's house first!"
Mingjing pulled Mingyue along and quietly went out.
On the way, Mingyue looked at the banknote in her hand, puzzled. "Sister, fifty cents can buy a lot of candy and spicy strips. Why give it to Qian Jiu'er?"
"Of course, it's to get her attention. Qian Jiu'er is so greedy. She would definitely pick up money if it fell from the sky. I'll definitely see it then, and I'll take it all."
"Sister, you're so smart. Qian Jiu'er is so greedy, she'll definitely pick it up and look at it. It's just a 50-cent discount for her. I'll definitely get it back another day."
As Mingyue spoke, she went to the corner of the Qian family's house and hid.
"Sister, what should we do?" Mingyue was extremely flustered, as this was the first time she had done something like this.
Mingjing looked around. The wall wasn't high, and Qian Jiu'er's room was right next to the window, which was open, so she must be home.
She picked up a stone, stuffed it into the banknote, and threw it out the window.
Bang!
A crashing sound came from inside the house.
"Who is it!" Qian Jiu'er looked downstairs when she heard the voice, while Mingjing and Mingyue hid behind the wall and dared not make a sound.
Seeing that no one was around, Qian Jiu'er closed the window, and Mingjing breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go to the next one!"
Zhang Fan's house is at the entrance of the village, near the village committee. Not far away, there is a crooked jujube tree, under which a group of old men and women are playing chess.
"Mingyue, you go and attract their attention, I'll throw it."
Mingjing walked around the main gate and stood to the side of the Zhang family's gate.
After saying that, Mingyue swallowed hard, mustered her courage, and walked towards the crowd, pretending to point things out.
"Aunt Wang, he has two pairs of royal flushes. You can't play that, or you'll lose."
The old man glared at Mingyue and continued playing his cards.
"Two threes!"
"don't want!"
"Grandpa Liu, if you play your royal flush, they're definitely done for."
The old man, simmering with anger, scolded, "Mingyue, what are you doing interrupting? Go play somewhere else!"
Everyone's attention was drawn to Mingyue. Mingjing picked up the stone, wrapped it in a paper bag, and threw it toward Zhang Fan's house.
Bang!
The glass was smashed with a big hole, and Mingjing shrank back in fright.
"Who is it? Who broke our window!"
Zhang Fan poked his head out and cursed.
The mirror in the corner waved to the bright moon, then tiptoed around to the back of the Zhang family's house and quickly slipped away.
The two ran home as fast as they could.
"Mingjing! Mingyue, where have you two been? You look exhausted, huffing and puffing," Sun Yunmei said as she washed clothes in the yard.
"It's nothing," Mingjing said, suppressing a laugh. "Mom, I bought pork belly, shrimp, and pig's trotters to cook for you today."
"I'll help!"
Mingyue followed him into the kitchen with a smile, "Sister, were you seen just now?"
"Don't worry, Zhang Fan is probably grinning like an idiot right now. He doesn't care about us at all. You remove the shrimp veins, and we'll make boiled shrimp today."
"good!"
Mingyue obediently picked out the shrimp veins, while Mingjing took a pig's trotter, threw it into the pot, added scallions, ginger, and garlic, and brought it to a boil.
"Mingjing, what are we having for dinner today?" Ming Dahai asked as he entered the room, smelling the aroma of pork.
"Soybean stewed pig's trotters, braised pork, a plate of boiled shrimp and a bowl of egg drop soup."
Ming Dahai, carrying the bucket, said proudly, "I don't know what happened today, but I actually found such a big abalone. Isn't that amazing?"
Mingjing looked down into the bucket and saw a palm-sized, multicolored abalone, which she estimated weighed more than a pound.
"It's really big. Shall we have braised pork with abalone later?"
"Okay, it's just one anyway, I'll listen to you. I'll pick through the rest of the fish and shrimp and see if Old Zhao wants them. If he doesn't want them, we can eat them ourselves, and it's not worth sending them to town to sell."
"Yu Daniu is acting strangely today." Ming Dahai carried the bucket into the yard, sat on the stone bench, and began to sort through the items, muttering to himself.
"What's so strange about it?" Sun Yunmei asked curiously.
“Usually, Yu Daniu is the most hardworking man in the village. He’s always the first one to go beachcombing. It’s fine that he didn’t go this time, but when I went to the convenience store to buy cigarettes this morning, I saw him and he ignored me.”
"Dad, did you see him?" Mingjing asked hesitantly.
"Of course, I ran into him this morning when I went to buy cigarettes. He had injuries on his face. I heard he got into a fight with Old Zhao yesterday."
Mingjing was puzzled. It would take at least an hour to get to the town's police station from here. How could he have come back so quickly? Could it be that he didn't go at all?
"Mingjing, did you worship the Sea Goddess and the God of Wealth today?" Ming Dahai suddenly asked, remembering something.
Mingjing shook her head, "No, Mom and Dad, let's worship after we finish eating. The Sea Goddess won't blame us."
As they spoke, beads of sweat rolled down Mingjing's forehead and into the pot. She didn't know why it was so hot that day; the air was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe.
Suddenly, a bolt of purple lightning struck the sky.
Rumble!
Mingjing was so frightened that she couldn't even hold the spatula.
He cursed inwardly, wondering which damn person had made another oath.
"Oh no! It's going to rain! Mingjing, Mingyue, come quickly and help me harvest the rice!"
The rice is almost dry; if it gets soaked by the rain this time, a year's worth of work will be wasted.
"They're here!"
Mingjing put the pot lid on and ran out the door.
The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, as if black clouds were pressing down overhead. The wind also picked up, and large raindrops pelted down.
The Ming family put down what they were doing, quickly gathered up the rice, put it in plastic bags, and pulled it into the kitchen.
The rain gradually intensified, and soon the entire yard was flooded.
Worried that the chicken coop would be blown down by the strong wind, Ming Dahai braved the rain to run out and get a plastic tarpaulin to cover the coop. He then weighed it down with large stones on both sides before running back into the house.
When the pig's trotters are almost done stewing, Mingjing takes them out and chops them into several large pieces with a large cleaver. She adds seasonings, soy sauce, and salt, stir-fries them, and then adds water and brings them to a boil.
Pig's trotters need to be cooked until tender to be delicious. Mingjing is fine, so she asked Mingyue to start the fire and call her when the trotters are almost done.
Mingjing went back inside and lay down. With nothing else to do, she opened the Star Fishing Tackle Shop.
Ever since she acquired the system, she had been collecting fishing tools, unaware that she had amassed such a huge collection.
Two large fishhooks, ten small fish traps, two sand shovels, one iron shovel, three fishing nets, one fishing gun, and two tranquilizers.
The warehouse was also filled with various sun protection products, gloves, rubber shoes, and the like.
There's also a special place in the warehouse for storing refrigerated and frozen fish, including abalone, whelk, yellowfin tuna, and sardines left over from last time, all of which are still very fresh.
However, looking at these equipment and supplies, Mingjing felt they were somewhat ordinary, and she wanted something different.
The more unique the fishing gear and tools in the fishing tackle shop, the higher the points, but she doesn't care about the ordinary ones.
Mingjing scrolled through the screen in distress when something caught her attention.
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