Rebirth of a fishing village: starting from Hua Axiang in Jiehu Village

Three o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Dahai got up, saw that the lights in the main room were on, and immediately walked over. This was no good. Without saying anything, he directly helped Zhong Cuihua to sleep in the back room.

Zhao Dahai walked into the kitchen. He had cooked the food before going to bed last night. After breakfast, he found a lunch box with rice and large pieces of pork belly and salted fish. He closed the lid. Today will be very busy. I don’t know at noon. Wherever you eat, you can just bring it with you. You can eat when you are hungry without having to go home.

Zhao Dahai walked to the motorcycle, put the lunch box into the basket on the back seat, packed everything, opened the yard door, pushed the motorcycle out and locked the door.

Zhao Dahai looked around. The whole village was quiet. He was the first one to go out. The early bird catches the worm. He rode his motorcycle and arrived at the village pier in about ten minutes. The low tide was no joke. He moved forward with his flashlight. After taking a photo, I could see that the sea water had already receded as far as I could see, and the entire seabed was leaking out.

The seabed exposed when the sea recedes is mudflats in some places, reefs in some places, and sand in others.

The mudflats are relatively soft and sticky, and there is even stagnant water, making it impossible to drive a motorcycle. The rocks are uneven, and a motorcycle can barely walk on the lower parts, but not on the higher ones. However, the sand on the seabed is very compact after being soaked in seawater, especially where the sand is mixed with some small reef bottoms. Motorcycles can not only be driven but also driven very smoothly.

To the east of Langtou Village is a reef area, to the west are mangroves and tidal flats, and directly in front there is a large area of ​​sand and gravel extending straight ahead.

Zhao Dahai kicked the accelerator, and the motorcycle drove directly into the sea. At first, he was a little cautious, fearing that the car would get stuck, but he soon found that it was very safe and sound. The sand was more solid than he thought. Slowly accelerating, the speed increased. It came faster and faster, until it reached a speed of fifty kilometers per hour.

The sea was quiet.

It was dark all around.

The roar of the motorcycle's engine could be heard in the distance. The light of the headlamp pierced the night like a sword.

Zhao Dahai heard the sound of the waves and slowed down. The motorcycle's headlight shone on the sea water. He immediately stopped, found a small rock, propped up the motorcycle, took a flashlight, and walked around. He could do it by himself. It's a little early, and the sea water has not completely receded. You have to wait for at least an hour, until it has receded further and deeper at about five or six o'clock, when it is almost dawn, so that you can pick mussels or oysters. Now they are all soaked in in the water.

Zhao Dahai walked to the side of the motorcycle and took out a mesh bag from the basket, put on his gloves, walked to the edge of the seawater, and walked along the waterline, keeping his flashlight shining on the seawater.

Zhao Dahai walked five or six meters, and the flashlight illuminated a place. At first glance, it looked like a piece of sand, but upon closer inspection, the sand here was different from the surrounding sand. It was slightly sunken, and the sunken area was about as big as the palm of your hand. It is large, with two small eyes on the sand, and the flashlight emits a faint blue light.

Zhao Dahai bent down and pressed the depression in the sand with his right thumb. The other four fingers were inserted into the sand, and they were pinched firmly up and down at the same time to pick it up.

"Aha!"

"coming!"

"Load the goods!"

"This head is really good!"

Zhao Dahai laughed. What he was holding in his hand was a pretty good-sized orchid crab. This is a kind of crab. The male crab has dark blue or blue-green, light blue or white spots on its body, while the female crab has dark blue or blue-green spots on its body. Green or yellow-brown spots. The meat is very fresh and sweet, and tastes great. It is very popular and the price is quite good. The bigger the crab, the more valuable it is. The crab in my hand is only about a pound of big male crab.

When the tide goes out at the beach, fish, shrimps and crabs will retreat to the depths of the sea along with the water. Crabs often do not immediately turn around and swim to the sea but "stay behind". Their favorite thing to do is to keep hovering at the waterline. Many times, Once the tide recedes too fast and you can't run away, you have to stay where you are. This is how you find crabs by turning over rocks on the tidal flats.

Zhao Dahai woke up early specifically to focus on these crabs on the waterline. The first big male orchid crab harvested proved that his guess was correct.

"Don't be greedy. Don't be greedy."

"You can get eight out of ten of this size!"

Zhao Dahai took out the rope he had prepared long ago, tied up the orchid crab and put it into the mesh bag, and continued to move forward. The market price of a pound of male orchid crab is about 100 yuan. If you buy eight out of ten crabs, you can get them for 1,000 yuan, which is very satisfying just thinking about it.

Zhao Dahai stepped on the receding waterline and continued to walk forward, staring at the place where the flashlight swept. Thirty or forty meters later, he discovered another crab, also an orchid crab. But this is a small female crab, only about four taels, not as good as the male crab, but in fact it is quite big, and it cost at least thirty yuan.

Zhao Dahai picks up as he walks. Sometimes he can find orchid crabs or other crabs within two or three steps, but sometimes he has to walk hundreds of meters to find one.

There is a faint hint of fish belly white on the horizon.

Zhao Dahai stopped and walked for more than an hour without realizing it. He weighed the mesh bag in his hand. It weighed twenty kilograms. Most of them were valuable orchid crabs, three or four three-point crabs and a few small crabs. Large stone crab.

Zhao Dahai turned around and walked back. It was almost dawn. He quickened his pace and rushed back to the place where the motorcycle was parked in less than an hour. There were six more large male orchid crabs in the mesh bag.

"Hehehe!"

“The early bird catches the worm, that’s a true saying.”

Zhao Dahai was very happy. There were about thirty kilograms of crabs, and there were more large and valuable orchid crabs. On average, they cost about fifty or sixty yuan per kilogram. If the market was good, they could sell for almost two thousand yuan. If the market was bad, they would be sold for almost two thousand yuan. I have to have 1,500 yuan to get up two or three hours earlier than others. It’s a bit hard work, but with this extra money, it’s very cost-effective.

Zhao Dahai dug a hole in the sand. After waiting for a while, a lot of seawater accumulated. He took out a bucket of water from the basket and soaked the mesh bag with crabs in the bucket. Crabs are relatively durable, even if there is no oxygen machine. No problem keeping it for a few hours.

Are the people in the village stupid?

Or are you really too rich and don’t want to pick up crabs and sell them to make money? !

The people in the village are really not stupid. Your ancestors have been living in fishing villages and going out to sea to make money for generations. How could you not know this? !

It is even more impossible for someone who is very rich to look down on two or three thousand yuan.

The real reason is that there may be crabs at low tide, and more likely there will be nothing at all.

I want to make as much money as possible. When I save enough to repair my fishing boat, I will get up early if I am willing to put in the effort. If I didn't have any pressure and didn't have to worry about the money to repair my fishing boat, I might be able to sleep at home right now!

Zhao Dahai picked up the kettle, drank some water, and looked in the direction of the village. It was a little far away, and the sky was not very bright. He couldn't see where he was. After resting for about ten minutes, he got on his motorcycle and continued. Driving forward, it’s almost time to start drying mussels and oysters!

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