Wu An told himself that he was probably worrying unnecessarily. Even if there was any danger, Hu Zi would definitely have a way to solve it.
Otherwise, Tiger Cub wouldn't have been able to grow up in the ocean, let alone have its own kind of companions.
After considering the time it would take to finish a bottle of wine, Wu An decided to leave a message for Old Fu, instructing him to set sail immediately towards the location of the light spot once he woke up.
When trawling, the boat speed is three or four knots, and when cruising without trawling, the speed is around 15 knots. If you run at full speed regardless of cost, and the boat is empty, you can reach sixteen or seventeen knots, but it's impossible to go any faster.
Wu An estimates that fishing boats are currently operating at a maximum speed of 14 knots, and there is no need to go any faster.
He had agreed with Old Fu that they would sail at full speed for two hours and then stop to begin netting operations. He estimated that even if they didn't reach the sea area where the light was located, they wouldn't be too far off.
Wu An had drunk a bit too much that night and felt slightly tipsy. A Qing smoked one cigarette after another to stay awake, and Wu An washed up and went to bed.
I slept until I naturally woke up, and I felt a little dizzy and lightheaded.
Looking at the time, it was already a little past seven in the morning.
Once on the deck, I looked up at the sky and saw thick white clouds overhead.
But in the east, the sun was still shining brightly in the sky.
Sunlight streamed through the clouds, casting large shadows on the deck—a very interesting celestial phenomenon.
The wind was a bit strong and chilly this morning.
Wu An tugged at his coat, and A Qing came over to greet him, saying, "Brother, have noodles for breakfast."
Wu An nodded.
He quickly picked up a bowl of noodles, squatted down, and ate it without any fancy preparations, adding a few cloves of garlic for flavor.
People here rarely eat garlic.
Wu An didn't eat it at first either. In his previous life, he had spent so many years outside, and his taste in food was quite different from that of the locals.
Everyone disapproved of his way of eating, and Aqing was puzzled as to why he would eat like that.
Wu An was too lazy to reply.
There's no way to explain it.
After eating a bowl of noodles, I felt completely refreshed. The slight chill and dizziness I had felt earlier were gone.
It's probably not a cold.
I just woke up and haven't recovered yet.
Wu An secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Even though he had prepared medicine, it would still be quite troublesome if he caught a cold or fever on the ship.
Old Fu used the walkie-talkie to call him to the cockpit.
Wu An dared not be negligent.
We entered the cockpit.
"Old Fu, what's wrong?"
Old Fu rubbed his legs: "I feel like something's not right."
"The weather is likely to change in the next couple of days."
"We need to prepare early."
Wu An was taken aback: "Didn't we check the weather before we set sail? The weather has been pretty good lately, hasn't it?"
Old Fu nodded: "At sea, the weather changes in an instant, and weather forecasts are not always 100% accurate."
Wu An nodded: "Then I'll listen to you."
Should we turn back?
Old Fu smiled and said, "Then it's definitely impossible to turn back."
"If the weather changes suddenly, we can just find a place to park."
"It would be such a loss for us to go back just because the situation has changed."
It's common for it to be windy and rainy at sea. It's normal for it to be sunny when you go out to sea, but then suddenly it starts raining.
Wu An nodded.
Since Old Fu has already said that, all he needs to do is believe and support him.
We chatted about the weather for a while.
Fu Yongning also joined in the discussion and voiced his opposition, arguing that the weather was unlikely to change now.
He was an experienced fisherman and had knowledge of weather changes.
Old Fu's experience also included dealing with chronic physical ailments, an area where Fu Yongning couldn't compare.
He was in better health and not as sensitive as Old Fu.
Wu An saw that their argument was pointless, and just then the system reminded him that the trawl net was running out of luck points.
At this point, he discovered another benefit of the system upgrade: he could now determine the current status of the trawl net through the system.
If the system had been upgraded when the swordfish was encountered previously, he would have been able to tell whether the trawl net had been damaged by the swordfish before it even came out of the water.
In this way, as long as the system provides timely prompts, the trawl net will not break due to an overcrowding.
That's brilliant.
This should be considered version 3.0.
Although each system upgrade only optimizes and adds a few small features, each upgrade is a continuous process of improvement.
I have to give the system a thumbs up.
He didn't know that the system hadn't actually considered that much; it was through each system upgrade that he discovered more interpretations.
The system is just a plugin, a tool; how well it's used depends on the person using it.
That is, Wu An himself.
There's no standard for that.
In this regard, Wu An was also feeling his way across the river, and could only try to make the most of the system to benefit from it.
He deliberately asked about the time when the internet would be disconnected.
Then I suggested setting up a network.
Fu Yongning left the cockpit to get busy.
Soon, the first net was successfully pulled out the next day. The net bag was very bulging, probably weighing two or three tons.
Wu An nodded slightly.
Fu Yongning went to untangle the net, and as the catch tilted down, Fu Yongning's eyes widened.
"Holy crap, it's another small fish!"
Fu Yongning couldn't help but swear!
Yesterday was one thing, even though the anchovies weren't anything special, but the catch of knife fish later on was a huge surprise for them.
This net now contains yellow croakers that are about the same size as yesterday's anchovies, ranging from about one ounce to two ounces each.
Aqing grabbed a handful of fish and tossed them into the basket, asking, "Brother Yongning, is this considered a big one?"
Fu Yongning sighed: "Yes, they are quite large, but the price is even lower than that of anchovies."
This fish has one unique characteristic: it has a lot of common names, more than a dozen.
Although this thing isn't worth much, it has considerable medicinal value.
And it tastes good, especially in spring, and there's even a catchy rhyme about it.
But in Wu An's and his group's view, no matter how eloquently they spoke, it was all for nothing.
The market doesn't buy it.
This net of three or four tons of yellow croaker is not worth as much as two or three hundred kilograms of ribbonfish.
Isn't it frustrating?
Wu An couldn't help but frown; it was a bit of an inauspicious start to the day.
When Old Fu learned of the situation, he came out to take a look and advised, "A'an, why don't we go to deeper waters?"
Wu An checked the system.
It's not far from Ma Weiqun's fishing boat and Hu Zi; just a little further north and you'll be there.
If we were to venture into deeper waters at this point, wouldn't such a long voyage have been wasted?
I'll say it again.
Since we're already here...
We can't just ignore Hu Zi's condition.
"That's fine," Wu An said reassuringly. "Each net can be worth tens of thousands. If we work a little harder today and do a few more nets, we can earn quite a bit in a day."
Everyone nodded without saying anything.
To be honest, this income is already quite good compared to other trawlers.
As the saying goes, it's hard to go from extravagance to frugality.
They've had some great times, but now that the fish are catching too many small fish, nobody really cares.
But no matter how much you dislike something, you still have to sort it.
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