After Ah Qing pulled the sea bass up, he quickly ran over to take a look.
Under the light, the three-knife fish was still struggling.
Ah Qing didn't recognize the three-knife fish, but he had heard that it was very valuable. He asked, "Old Mai, is this really a three-knife fish that costs seven or eight hundred per catty?"
"Seven or eight hundred per jin? That's the purchase price." Old Mai paused and said, "That's about right. These fish are too delicate, especially wild ones. They can't be kept alive at all. They'll die naturally after two or three days."
"If it dies during transport, the price will be significantly reduced."
"With the pollution of the sea in recent years, this fish is very rare. To catch or catch it is purely a matter of luck."
Old Mai's eyes were shining as he looked at the three-knife fish.
He had actually gone fishing in many different places.
It's all for the three-knife fish.
Although he didn't catch anything this time, seeing others catch fish greatly encouraged him.
At least there are three-knife fish in this area!
Old Mai was a little excited and kept talking: "Besides being extremely rare, this fish is also very delicious, and the simpler the cooking method, the better."
"What's that saying again? High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods."
This quote comes from "A Bite of China," which he remembers aired this year. It became a nationwide sensation upon its release, and Wu An watched it many times back then, not for any other reason than to see the delicious food from his hometown.
It's no exaggeration to say that he was moved to tears while watching "A Bite of China" back then, but by then he had already left his hometown and could no longer eat the food his sister-in-law cooked.
Aqing was speechless: "What kind of person would be willing to buy this to eat?"
Anyway, he felt he would never be able to afford such expensive fish in his lifetime.
They didn't want to eat it either.
With so much money, why not buy something else? He thought eating a fish was too hot for his mouth.
Old Mai laughed heartily: "I'm willing to part with it."
"Why don't you sell them to me? I'll sell them to you for 1,000 yuan per kilogram."
Ah Qing exclaimed excitedly, "Brother, if Lin Hu and Lin Bin knew, they would be so envious!"
Upon hearing this, Wu An frowned.
Whether it will make people incredibly envious is unknown, but once the news of his catching of the three-knife fish spreads, it won't be long before this rocky beach is packed with anglers.
Putting aside the three-knife fish, he and Ah Qing caught so many fish. Even if Lao Xie kept it a secret for them, there are so many people at the dock, and everyone has eyes.
Seeing how many fish they're catching, I'll definitely follow suit.
The large number of people on the mudflats early this morning was a clear indication of the situation; he didn't want to come fishing tomorrow only to find there wasn't even a place to stand.
He thought for a moment and said, "Old Mai, I'll still sell you this fish at the purchase price."
"But I'd like to borrow your car to take the fish to town to sell."
"Leaving aside the three-knife fish, selling this catch at my dock would be too conspicuous."
Old Mai smiled and asked, "Don't you want to be famous?"
Wu An nodded.
Old Mai said approvingly, "Not bad."
"It's truly remarkable that a young person your age would think about making money discreetly."
"Okay, I know a good vendor. I guarantee no one will dare to rip you off through him."
Wu An quickly expressed his gratitude.
Old Mai waved his hand: "Let's not stand on ceremony."
"I use this car for fishing; it's just something I did on the way."
“I’ll pay the market price for the three-knife fish separately. You’ve already helped me a lot by selling me the three-knife fish. My grandson is coming back and he specifically wants to eat wild three-knife fish. I can’t buy it at the market, so I’m so anxious that I have to go fishing everywhere.”
Wu An nodded and didn't stand on ceremony any further.
He took the fish and was about to throw it into the fish basket when Old Mai quickly stopped him: "Wait, are you going to throw it into the fish basket?"
Seeing that Wu An and his friends had an empty bucket, Old Mai quickly poured the prawns from his fishing box into it, then filled it with seawater and said, "Put it in my fishing box."
"This fish is pampered and cannot be squeezed with other fish."
Wu An chuckled and said, "Okay."
"This fish is yours anyway, so you can decide what to do with it."
After placing the three-knife fish in the water, the three cast their lines again.
No one spoke, but everyone hoped they could catch a three-knife fish.
However, perhaps because catching the three-knife fish exhausted my luck, the next fish I caught were tilapia and rockfish.
Old Mai fared even worse, taking more than ten minutes to pull up a small stone goby.
Wu An saw that his fishing rod's luck points had run out, so he didn't add any more. On the one hand, he was exhausted and his arms were sore, and on the other hand, he had used up all the razor clams he had dug up.
Aqing breathed a sigh of relief.
The two looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh, both feeling that it was finally over.
Seeing the two packing up, Old Mai asked, "Not fishing anymore?"
The two shook their heads.
Aqing said, "We're out of bait."
Old Mike shouted, "I'll lend it to you!"
Aqing quickly shook her head: "No need, no need."
Wu An was both amused and exasperated, and said, "Let's take a break, we're a little tired."
Aqing chimed in, "I really don't know how Lin Hu and Lin Bin manage to fish all day long. My brother and I could only fish for a little over two hours before we couldn't take it anymore."
The three chatted for half an hour, but Old Mai still hadn't made a move, so he simply put away his line: "Never mind, looks like there are no more bites."
"We should hurry back and send the three-knife fish home to raise so that our grandson can eat them when he comes back."
He quickly got ready.
Ah Qing and Wu An tried to pull the fish basket up, but after pulling for a long time, they still couldn't get it up. Old Mai helped, and the three of them pulled together to finally get the fish basket up.
Seeing the fish in the fish basket, Old Mai was stunned: "You two caught so many?"
No wonder you two are tired.
"This catch yields more fish than people who go out to sea and cast nets."
Wu An asked, "Can the car fit them all?"
Old Mai nodded: "Yes, I drive an SUV."
"If you send these to town, I'm afraid none of your fish will survive."
"However, it won't have a significant impact on prices."
Wu An dared not delay.
By the time the three of them loaded the fish into the car and drove towards town, the tide had already started to rise. Villagers who were gathering seafood on the mudflats were talking as they passed the rocky beach.
"There are no tiger crabs here, and we haven't even seen many blue crabs."
"That's right, I only caught some mantis shrimp, and the harvest was not as good as on the beach."
"It's exhausting. I'm never going to the mudflats to go beachcombing again."
"That's right."
"Hey, weren't Ah Dong and Ah Qing supposed to be fishing? Where are they?"
"They probably couldn't catch any fish and went back to sleep."
Lin Hu was very depressed.
He had been busy for most of the night, but all he caught were some clams. He was going to get a scolding when he got back. Before he even reached the yellow sand beach, he heard someone calling him.
When I turned around, it was Lin Bin.
Lin Bin walked over and saw Lin Hu covered in mud. He frowned and asked, "Did you go beachcombing?"
"That's all you've got?"
"I've found a secret fishing spot, let's go fishing together."
Lin Hu hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Then I'll go sell the clams first."
Lin Bin put his hand on Lin Hu's shoulder and said as they walked, "Why are you still selling? I'll lend you your fishing gear, and we'll use clam meat as bait."
"That way, I don't owe you anything, and you don't owe me anything. Isn't that great?"
Lin Hu was being pushed along. He was already tired and sleepy from staying up all night to go beachcombing, and his mind was foggy. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
I went along, half-heartedly.
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