An octagonal cage can be obtained for just 1,500 points, and it also comes with free fish food.
This thing is often used in rivers, but she hasn't tried it in the sea yet.
If this were placed in a puddle or shallow sea area, wouldn't it overflow? Why would she need to go beachcombing? The money would just go into her pocket on its own.
Mingjing is dreaming. With her current points, she can sell at least eight octagonal cages. Fishing big ones will be a bit difficult, but crabs and lobsters will be plentiful.
Beachcombing is exhausting, and sometimes you don't even get anything good, but this octagonal cage offers a chance.
However, she was reluctant to use all her points to buy an octagon cage, because then she wouldn't be able to get good equipment, which she could buy in town.
That way, not only will it avoid arousing suspicion, but it will also save you points.
Just as Mingjing was about to exit, a pop-up window appeared on the screen.
[The host is about to meet the breeding requirements. Please keep up the good work!]
Aquaculture?
A progress bar popped up on the page, showing 98%.
The progress bar looked like it was pixelated. Mingjing squinted and could vaguely see many chat boxes, all of which were locked.
She opened the farm's instruction manual and suddenly realized what was going on.
It turns out that you need to reach 10,000 points to unlock the farm, and for every 10,000 points you gain, you can unlock a new type of animal husbandry. You can raise and produce all kinds of grains and livestock.
Mingjing is just over a thousand points away from unlocking the seafood farm. Once that's done, she can choose any fish she wants to cook and earn more points.
Mingjing was overjoyed; this stroke of good fortune had truly fallen into her lap. Once she finished cooking this meal, she would soon be able to access the farm page.
"Sister! The pig's trotters are ready!" Mingyue couldn't wait to pick up a piece and taste it. She thought that it was tender, flavorful, and just right.
Mingjing scooped up the soaked soybeans and threw them into the pot, added some dried chili peppers, covered the pot, and simmered for ten minutes. The delicious dish was ready.
Next, the abalone is cut into pieces and stir-fried with pork belly. After half an hour, the aroma fills the air.
The rain was still pattering down outside, and Mingjing felt a little uneasy, wondering if today's plan could still go smoothly.
After cleaning the shrimp, steam them in a pot, cook rice underneath, and simmer an egg drop soup in another pot.
Today, the family dinner was held indoors. Mingliang looked out the window at the rain, lost in thought. "What are you looking at, silly boy? Eat your food."
Sun Yunmei was overjoyed that her son had come home on his own initiative. She patted Mingliang on the shoulder and told him to sit down.
"I must say, Mingjing's cooking skills are getting better and better." Ming Dahai said, praising the pig's trotter as he ate it.
[Congratulations, host, you have earned 1,500 points and 515 praise points. You are one step closer to unlocking the farm. Keep up the good work, host!]
Mingjing rolled her eyes as she listened to the system's announcement.
Pinduoduo has taken over a parallel universe?
The rain outside pattered against Mingjing's heart like beads falling to the ground with a broken string, making an annoying sound, and the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier.
It was like the Milky Way was flooding down, showing no sign of stopping.
Mingjing felt upset and didn't eat much, so she went back to her room to sleep.
There's no TV at home, so Mingjing can only sleep. As the saying goes, rainy days are for sleeping.
Before going to bed, she checked the farm's progress; it was 99%. She wondered if it would be 99.01% next time.
She sighed, closed the fishing tackle shop, and fell asleep lying down.
It wasn't until 8 p.m. that Mingjing was woken up by Sun Yunmei for dinner. The usually bright sky had been swallowed by darkness, and the air was filled with the smell of rain.
There was still a lot of food left over from lunch, so Sun Yunmei made noodles with braised sauce.
Ming Dahai returned carrying a bucket, folded his umbrella, and went inside. Sun Yunmei, noticing the fish in the bucket hadn't been sold, asked curiously, "Why did you come back without selling any?"
"Old Zhao and Yu Daniu are fighting again. I don't know what happened, but I heard that Yu Daniu was chasing Old Zhao and beating him up," Ming Dahai said with great interest.
"Old Zhao wasn't in the mood to receive the goods, so he just closed the door and I came back."
“They used to be rivals in love. They must have been furious about what happened yesterday,” Sun Yunmei sighed.
"If you ask me, Yu Daniu was unlucky. When he was young, Lao Zhao was handsome, capable, and rich, so women naturally looked better with him."
Ming Dahai said with a smile, while eating noodles with braised meat sauce.
The couple reminisced about the past of Lao Zhao and Yu Daniu.
Mingliang peered longingly out the doorway, then turned and asked, "Mingjing, are we going to go beachcombing today?"
He was afraid that Ming Dahai would find out that he was going to see Qian Jiu'er, so he deliberately dragged Ming Jing along.
Ming Dahai was stunned when he heard this.
When did these two kids become so close that they went beachcombing together? And Mingliang even volunteered to go beachcombing—who would believe that?
"Go ahead."
Mingjing glanced at the worn-out wall clock; it was only eight o'clock, too early.
"Dad, isn't this weather strange today? It's raining outside, but there's no wind, it's eerily quiet."
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At this point, Ming Dahai began to worry.
In previous years, whenever a typhoon came, this area would suffer. Not to mention whether the seafood could be salvaged, even the houses might be blown away.
Moreover, this place is very strange. Whenever a typhoon starts, there is not a breath of wind here, and you can't even see birds.
Once the typhoon passes, their area, being closest to the sea, experiences strong winds and heavy rain for days on end; they've experienced this countless times.
Is another typhoon coming?
"Mingjing, eat quickly, and then worship the Sea Goddess!" Ming Dahai instructed.
Mingjing agreed.
After finishing the meal, Mingjing took out incense and candles and lit them.
"Mingjing, why are you lighting incense and candles now? Go to the temple to light them. You haven't forgotten that there's a temple to the Sea Goddess in the village, have you?"
Ming Dahai reminded him, and Mingjing suddenly remembered.
The Sea Goddess is the guardian deity that the villagers have always worshipped. Construction began in 1985, and overseas Chinese have been contributing money for repairs ever since. Villagers also contribute money to check for omissions and make up for deficiencies, with the costs shared equally.
The Ming family was too poor to afford the money, so the villagers told them they couldn't enter the Sea Goddess Temple and receive her blessings. That's why they worshipped at home last time.
Now that they have money, they will definitely go to the temple of the Sea Goddess to worship and donate some incense money.
Before leaving, Mingjing packed her beachcombing tools, planning to take a stroll along the beach when she returned.
Many villagers noticed something unusual today, as there were many more villagers worshipping in front of the Sea Goddess Temple, forming long queues.
Mingjing, carrying incense, candles, and fruit, happened to run into Ming Lao Er's family. The two families met without exchanging a word and turned away to line up.
It had just rained, and there wasn't a breath of wind in the air; it was incredibly muggy.
The long queue stretched all the way to the village committee, and Mingjing's legs went numb from standing there.
People usually worship the Sea Goddess to pray for wealth, protection, or forgiveness for wrongdoing.
In front of the mirror was a woman with a child, dressed in tattered clothes, carrying a two- or three-year-old child on her back. She looked nervous, as if she had done something wrong.
The woman stayed in the temple of the Sea Goddess for nearly forty minutes, kowtowing and crying, lighting seven or eight incense sticks, but she refused to leave.
Mingjing couldn't wait any longer and urged her a few times before the woman finally got up shakily, wiped away her tears, and walked out of the Sea Goddess Temple with trembling legs.
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