Chapter 326 Little Dragon Girl Prays for Blessings

"Lin Wanxia."

"Hmm?"

"You go back first! I think the weather is not right." Chen Bin frowned, "Our island city hasn't had a heavy rainstorm for several years. Today..."

He frowned and looked into the distance halfway through his speech.

As a qualified fisherman, identifying the weather is basic operation.

Lin Wanxia nodded: "I also think something is wrong, so I came back from Beijing."

Chen Bin said "Ah?" "You came back specially? It's not just a rainstorm, right?"

Airplane tickets are expensive! What's more, there are children at home.

Lin Wanxia said half-truthfully, "Don't you all call me Little Dragon Girl? I should come back to fight the wind and rain for everyone. I hope that the God of Thunder, the God of Lightning, and the God of Wind will not make things difficult for everyone for my sake."

However, ideals are always full of hope, but reality is always very skinny. The God of Thunder, the God of Lightning,

and the God of Wind obviously do not recognize Lin Wanxia as the "Little Dragon Girl". The thunder was even

louder.

The lightning seemed to split the sky and the earth.

The God of Wind was like a cuckolded man who wanted to destroy everything furiously.

The raindrops that fell were big and fast, and they stung a little when they hit the exposed skin.

Everyone realized that this was not an ordinary storm.

If you are not careful, it will become a disaster.

All the fishermen were sitting uneasy at home.

If this continues, all the breeding areas in the entire island city will be lost.

Lin Wanxia did not go home. They and the fishermen who came to help were all crowded in Xie Lijun's room.

Because Xie Lijun's house was not a simple house, but a brick house.

In the past two years, Xie Lijun basically lived and ate here except for occasional visits home.

The simple houses popular in the island city are not the iron houses of the New Century, but a material that Lin Wanxia is not very familiar with. It looks like gypsum board, but it is different.

Gypsum board is fragile and will break if it breaks.

But there is a layer of net inside the board of this simple house. In short, it is not very

strong. Not only can it not withstand long-term wind and sun, but it is also hot in summer and cold in winter.

Lin Wanxia simply built a few brick houses for Xie Lijun.

Unlike the brick houses built by the fishermen, Xie Lijun's brick houses are not roofed but flat. They

are also relatively low, just in case they can withstand wind and rain.

Then everyone in the room felt unsafe, and even had a fear that they would be blown away with the house.

It was unbearably dark, and the strong wind was like a black dragon that wanted to devour everything.

Xie Lijun paced back and forth anxiously.

"If the sea level rises further, not to mention the cages in the sea, even the shrimp ponds on the shore will not be able to withstand it. The new shrimp seedlings I just cultivated!"

"Don't worry!" Lin Wanxia comforted Xie Lijun, "The wind and rain are only temporary."

"But my new shrimp seedlings are also the first batch. This batch of new shrimp seedlings are suitable for greenhouse breeding. The shrimp can be put on the market for sale two months after laying eggs. It can be faster than the current breeding..."

Even in his anxiety, Xie Lijun talked endlessly when talking about shrimp.

"The survival rate of shrimp from laying eggs to growing into young shrimp is 8% to 30%. If the survival rate of one mu of greenhouse shrimp is calculated at 8%, the total annual production of adult shrimp is: 456,000 shrimp per year multiplied by 8% equals..." Xie Lijun picked up a pen and paper and began to calculate, "36,480 shrimp per year, about 12 shrimps per kilogram, so there are about 3,000 kilograms."

"If such big shrimps are ten yuan per pound, that would be thirty thousand yuan a year. That's thirty thousand yuan per mu. Even if it's one yuan per pound, that's three thousand yuan. If every fisherman's household raised shrimps, we would all be well-off. And I'm only calculating the yield per mu. If you have a hundred mu of fish and shrimp ponds like you, you can make a lot of money. But it's a pity... it's all gone."

Lin Wanxia listened to Xie Lijun's mumbling and felt a little amused. "It can be seen that You are really anxious. What you are calculating is not the money earned but the gross income. You should know that we still have to deduct the labor cost, feed cost, water and electricity cost and the cost of buying shrimp seedlings. Almost one-third has to be deducted.

Of course, earning two thousand yuan a year from one mu of land is not a small amount for ordinary people. But this is not the point now. The point is that we have to protect the shrimp seedlings you just cultivated first. "

That's what he said, but how to protect it?

To be precise, how to do it in full view of the public?

Lin Wanxia's intimacy with this sea area has been fully touched. Apart from anything else, it is still possible to prevent fish and shrimp from escaping during the storm.

But how can a mortal do such a heaven-defying thing?

Lin Wanxia prayed, hoping that things would not develop in the worst direction.

However, God is sometimes like a naughty child. The more you don't want it to do something, the more it wants to do it.

In the blurry vision, you can see that the buoys exposed near the coast are washed away and scattered everywhere. It is conceivable that the nets in the sea will not wait quietly in place.

Lin Wanxia can even hear the cries of fishermen in the wind.

As for whether she can really hear it or just hear it vaguely, she is not sure.

Xie Lijun no longer cares about calculating the losses because the glass on the doors and windows has been broken.

Several people are busy looking for wooden boards to nail the windows.

Lin Wanxia stood quietly in the middle of the room and did nothing.

No matter how violent the wind and rain are, they will stop.

No matter how bad the weather is, it cannot stop the sun from rising.

At the last moment, Lin Wanxia still chose to stand up.

She chose to perform the ritual before the rain stopped and the wind died down.

Xie Lijun couldn't believe his ears when he heard Lin Wanxia asking him for table offerings.

As the most educated person in the room, Xie Lijun couldn't accept that someone he admired was playing with feudal superstition.

"Can you perform the ritual?"

"Yes." Lin Wanxia nodded firmly, "Don't forget that I'm Xiao Long Nu, I can pray for the wind to stop, the rain to stop, and the fish and shrimp to return to their places."

No matter how decisive Lin Wanxia's words were, everyone else remained skeptical.

Chen Bin had seen how Lin Wanxia displayed her divine power in the 246 Sea Area, so he was a little more receptive than the others. He asked Lin Wanxia, ​​"Why didn't I see you do this before?"

"The situation was different before. In the past, we used the power of the sea to deal with the enemy, or more precisely, we used the power of fish.

Now we have to go against God, so of course we have to show more sincerity."

Myths and legends are the spiritual comfort of ordinary people in despair.

Seeing that the loss this time will be an astronomical figure, whether you believe in ghosts or not, you have to let Lin Wanxia try.

So Xie Lijun hurriedly cleared the things on the desk and gave the table to Lin Wanxia.

The others also spontaneously placed the fruits and snacks they could find on the table as tributes.

They also lit three incense sticks.

Chen Bin asked Lin Wanxia: "Is this enough?"

Lin Wanxia was not a real Taoist, so she didn't know what to do. She pretended to be mysterious and said: "The conditions are limited now, so let's make do with it for now!"

Ambiguous words are most suitable for covering up lies in the future.