Old Fu paced nervously between the puddles, even lying down to look at them.
Aqing followed along and watched.
He genuinely wanted to learn.
While looking at it, he kept asking, "Old Fu, this puddle looks alright."
Why did you leave?
"What about this one?"
"I don't think this looks very good. The water is as calm as a mirror. There's no way there's any cargo here."
"Hey, why are you still smelling... what can you possibly smell from that?"
Old Fu was already nervous, and when he heard A Qing chattering incessantly beside him like a mosquito, he simply shooed A Qing away.
Wu An called out to A Qing, telling him to stop causing trouble.
He could tell that Old Fu was under a lot of pressure, so to be absolutely sure, he stuck out his tongue and tasted the seawater.
Whether it's effective or not, I don't know, but they're definitely putting in a lot of effort.
Old Fu finally chose a puddle.
Wu An and A Qing moved the water pump over, started it, and began pumping water.
Old Fu squatted to the side, keeping watch.
If the chosen water pit yields a meager harvest, then his reputation as an old fisherman will be ruined.
Wu An watched and noticed that his luck value was starting to drop. He nodded slightly, thinking to himself that an old fisherman is indeed an old fisherman; he really has some skills.
Aqing asked, "Brother, do you think there's any potential in this puddle?"
He nodded.
Aqing patted Old Fu on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Old Fu, don't be nervous. My brother said there's potential in this puddle."
Old Fu didn't say a word, still nervous as always. He didn't take A Qing's words seriously. Wu An's mouth wasn't blessed, so what good would it do him to say anything?
certainly.
He also hoped to gain something from it.
Aqing turned around and asked, "Brother, how did you figure that out?"
"I didn't realize that," Wu An said casually. "I just guessed."
Aqing then said to Old Fu, "That's it, my brother guessed it, and he's always right."
Old Fu: "..."
I may be old, but I'm not deaf. I don't need you to be my mouthpiece.
Wu An was both amused and exasperated.
Ah Qing is really good at bragging.
After the tide began to rise, the puddle was emptied.
The water pit that Old Fu had chosen was far from the sea, and it would be a while before the tide came in. Wu An saw that his luck value had been depleted, so he left and called out to go down into the water pit.
"Fetch water, fetch water!"
"It's black sea bream, hey, that's great."
Old Fu laughed and added, "I caught a small grouper."
Wu An said, "As expected of an old fisherman, he has a sharp eye."
Old Fu's smile widened, and he even said modestly, "Not at all, not at all."
Aqing was also constantly flattering him.
Putting everything else aside, its emotional value is off the charts.
result.
As Aqing was taking pictures, something went wrong.
"Old Fu chose this puddle, and you guessed it was going to be a good opportunity. It really was."
"You guessed perfectly."
"..."
Old Fu rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with this guy.
Wu An happily accepted it.
The puddle was indeed chosen by Old Fu, but can you say that the abundance of harvest wasn't due to his enhanced luck?
As the tide came in, the three men carried their catch onto the small boat and swayed back to the fishing boat. Looking at the several sacks of seafood, Old Fu was convinced.
Although Wu An and A Qing's performance was very unprofessional, they gained a lot.
and.
With so many different tasks, he'd be busy with this and then that, but he never felt bored or dull. Instead, it felt like playing. The longer he worked, the more enthusiastic he became.
He went to set sail.
Heading straight for the longline fishing spot, his heart began to pound again.
Aqing is a restless person. Catching fish and shrimp in the pond is not tiring, so she takes the time to clean up the water pump and water pipes and does a simple cleaning.
Longline fishing is located just below the mouth of the bay, not far away.
Wu An watched from afar and noticed that many seabirds were circling on the sea. He found it a bit strange and went over to Old Fu to ask him about it.
Old Fu saw it too, and said with a smile, "Ah An, this is a good thing."
"Seabirds don't circle around for no reason."
"This means that our longline fishing must have encountered a school of fish, which is why we had such a good catch, causing seabirds to circle around here."
His tone was very confident.
Sure enough, before even starting longline fishing, the floats were already shaking, indicating a good catch; otherwise, this situation wouldn't have occurred.
Just as he was about to reel in the line, Aqing yelled and pointed at the seabirds in the sky, cursing, "Ganlinmu, come down here if you dare, or I'll eat you alive!"
Wu An couldn't hold back.
Luckily he was wearing a hat, so even if bird droppings fell on him, it didn't matter.
Old Fu went to fish with a longline and asked Wu An to set sail.
A successful fishing trip on the first try.
"Brother, it's a pomfret!"
"It's quite big, weighing about a pound."
Wu An smiled upon hearing this.
There are many types of pomfret, including white pomfret, silver pomfret, gray pomfret, and fighting pomfret. It is worth mentioning that golden pomfret is not a pomfret and is inexpensive.
As for the white pomfret, Wu An personally thinks it's the most delicious.
People here really like it; it's popular in the market, so it naturally fetches a good price.
Normally, pomfret is caught by trawling, so it's quite rare to catch it with a longline. Perhaps a school of fish just happened to run into it.
"And there's also pomfret, croaker, red sea bream, Lao Fu, you're lucky."
"One half, two red snapper, three pomfret, four mackerel, five croaker, six jalapenos, we'll be all ready soon."
Wu An laughed along with him.
This proverb summarizes the popular sea fish, which are often called "chicken of the sea." In reality, the ranking is not in any particular order; it's just a compliment and a way to increase the price.
"Let's see how lucky I am." Old Fu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile. In his opinion, this was already a pretty good result.
He was quite satisfied, since the fish cost several tens of yuan per kilogram.
The laughter didn't last long before several hooks went missing.
Aqing was getting impatient and wanted to try his luck.
He did manage to catch a few fish when he was first put in charge, but he quickly lost his ability again.
Replacing it with the old Fu would be the same.
Aqing quickly called out to Wu An, "Brother, why don't you give it a try?"
Wu An responded.
He switched places with Old Fu, and after just two hooks, they pulled up a large white pomfret, weighing about six or seven pounds, which was very rare.
Unfortunately, it's already dead.
Aqing quickly took it to the ice storage. As soon as she returned, she saw the water splashing violently. She leaned over the side of the boat and looked down, and found that it was a tiger-spotted fish.
Ah Qing quickly flattered him, "It has to be you, brother."
Tiger Spotted was already short-tempered, and perhaps because he understood Ah Qing's praise of Wu An, he became even more enraged and struggled fiercely. Unfortunately, at this moment, he was like an old monk striking a wooden fish, a victim of a beating.
Aqing grabbed a stick and smacked him twice, not only hitting him but also muttering, "Serves you right for being so ignorant, serves you right for being so ignorant."
The tiger immediately became docile and accepted its fate.
After being pulled up, Aqing took over.
Wu An continued pulling.
A little while later, another one was pulled up. Ah Qing happily gestured and said that this one was even bigger than the previous one.
Old Fu, who was steering the boat, had been listening to the sounds the whole time.
He initially thought it didn't matter who started longline fishing, but after hearing Ah Qing shout that, he had to admit that luck really could affect the catch.
He wasn't resentful, but rather uncomfortable.
As an employee, I do the easiest job, while the boss does the hard work.
That won't do.
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