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

Zhao Dahai woke up and saw that the time was already one o'clock in the afternoon. He shook his head. He was so tired that he got up immediately. As soon as he arrived in the yard, he heard his grandma Zhong Cuihua talking to someone.

"Yo!"

"These mussels are really big! Fat and big!"

"Can sell for a good price!"

…

"snort!"

"Lei Dayou is just lazy, and doesn't make any money."

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Zhao Dahai walked out and saw Ma Hongyu and Lei Dayou. His grandmother was turning over the mussel meat that was drying on the dustpan and straw mat one by one. Ma Hongyu was talking and helping.

"The sea!"

"Wake up!"

Ma Hongyu saw Zhao Dahai coming out and immediately said hello with a smile.

Lei Dayou took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Dahai.

Zhao Dahai immediately shook his head, blocked it with his hand, he didn't smoke, squatted down and stretched out his hand to pinch the mussel meat, the sun was dry and the sea wind was strong, the moisture was reduced a lot, it was a bit hard, and it could be dried in two or three days Dry.

"The sea!"

"You still have brains."

Lei Da lit up his cigarette and took a puff. He looked at the several big dustpans and mussel meat on the straw mat in front of him and felt a little complicated. The annual ebb tide is a good opportunity for each village to dig mussels. Everyone can get a hundred and eighty catties. However, everyone goes ashore and sells them directly to buyers, and few of them dry them themselves.

"One hundred and eighty catties is worth the effort?"

Zhao Dahai smiled. The dried mussels are only one-tenth of the fresh ones. In the village, the mussels dug by each person are no more than one hundred or eighty catties, those who are weaker and lazy only have forty or fifty catties, and one hundred catties of dried mussels are only seven or eight catties and no more than ten catties.

The price of mussels is not high. When the tide is low, there are too many people digging. The buyers take the opportunity to lower the price. It will not exceed five yuan per catty, and the smaller ones will only cost two or three yuan. The price of dry goods will not be less than fifty yuan a catty. Take a hundred pounds of fresh mussels as an example. The fresh product can usually be sold for 300 yuan, while the dried product can be sold for 400 to 500 yuan, which is about the same. If only one hundred and eighty catties are brought back, it is not cost-effective to remove the labor, and you will not earn much money, and it is not worth the effort and suffering. If you have this time to do something else, you may earn more money or be more cost-effective.

Why would you pull it back to dry it? The key is that the quantity is enough, more than one thousand catties. Selling fresh goods for a thousand catties can only support five hundred yuan. Dry goods are different. You hold them in your own hands and you can sell them earlier or later. There is no such thing as lowering the price. The other key is to be able to dry out seventy to eighty catties or even one hundred catties of dry goods. If fifty-one catties is counted, it can range from three thousand to five thousand. The hard work of cooking and drying is very cost-effective.

"Yes!"

"A hundred and eighty pounds is not worth it, but a thousand pounds and eighty pounds is different!"

Lei Dayou's face was more complicated. Looking at the amount of mussels drying on the dustpan and straw mat, he knew that Zhao Dahai had pulled back more than a thousand catties of mussels on his motorcycle this trip. Hella mussels off the motorcycle? Who would have thought of this? However, this is what Zhao Dahai does, and he can really run a motorcycle in Dahai.

The sun rises higher and higher.

Zhao Dahai was squatting on the threshold of the yard with a bowl and sipping porridge. It was already noon, so he would eat two meals instead of one. Lei Dayou and Ma Hongyu left early, but from time to time, people from the village would come to the yard for a few laps. Look at those mussels drying in the sun. Grandma Zhong Cuihua is wearing a straw hat and is turning mussels. This thing needs to be turned over from time to time to make it even and sell at a good price.

Zhao Dahai took a piece of salted fish and took a bite. He looked down at the sea in the distance, which was now full of sea water. The next low tide would see the sea full of motorcycles. Why didn't the people in the village do this? No one in front of me could have imagined that the sea would be full of sand or mud, and that a person would have to get stuck even if he took a few steps, let alone a bicycle. But it is different in front of my village. There is a place where the sand and rocks are mixed together, and a motorcycle can really run. Not willing to part with a motorcycle? It depends on whether you can make money. If you can make money, you will definitely be willing to do it. Why do people in the village come to hang out in their yards from time to time? I just want to see how many mussels I can bring back in one day. Don’t look at how many books I have read, but I am not stupid. If you have a large family, don't say you can pull back a thousand or two thousand pounds. Wouldn't you make thousands of dollars now? I earned a motorcycle in one day, who can’t figure out the amount? Don't say that you are willing to pay three to five thousand yuan for a motorcycle. Maybe someone will buy a small three-wheeler or something. This is not impossible.

"grandmother!"

"Take a break!"

Zhao Dahai shouted.

Zhong Cuihua went through everything before giving up.

Zhao Dahai pulled a low stool beside him.

"It's really big!"

"It can be sold at a good price."

"It's a pity that there will be too many people on the next trip, so it won't be easy!"

Zhong Cuihua took off her straw hat and fanned herself with a fan in her right hand. The weather was hot, so it would be cooler like this.

"grandmother!"

"Let's not join in the fun next time! Do something else, or sleep at home."

Zhao Dahai was happy. My grandma is not ignorant at all, she is shrewd. Seeing that she brought back so many mussels this trip, especially the people in the village wandering around one after another, she knows that the next time the tide ebbs, the whole village will swarm up. The villages in the village were not spared either. There are indeed a lot of mussels in the sea, but they can't hold up more people. Everyone wants to have a big fight. There are too many monks and too little rice, so there will definitely not be much for everyone. Caught? This is impossible. There are more people. Not many people make money or they see that the hard work is not worth it. There were fewer people, the wildfires couldn't be burned away, the spring breeze blew again, and the mussels grew again.

"OK!"

"Let's not join in the fun."

Zhong Cuihua patted her knees and squinted at the mussels drying on the dustpan and straw mat not far away. Earning thousands of yuan in a few days was worth the hard work.

Sun Minghua glanced at the mussels drying in front of Zhao Dahai's house, pushed open the yard door and entered the house, put down the fishing net, walked to the faucet, turned on the mussels, bowed his head and drank directly, filling his stomach.

Sun Minghua wiped his mouth, sat down on the threshold of the main room, picked up the hookah on the side of the wall, lit it, and smoked heavily, with a very ugly face. Zhao Dahai looked like a different person from the same village. He could see everything, and once he calculated the accounts, he knew that he had made a lot of money in less than half a month. It's okay for other people to make money, and it's just jealousy. However, I have offended Zhao Dahai. The better Zhao Dahai's life is, the more trouble he will have.

"What the hell!"

"Who would have thought that this kid was so capable?"

The more Sun Minghua thought about it, the more he regretted it. It was really not worth it to offend Zhao Dahai even a little bit, but it had already been done and the water thrown out could not be taken back.

It's getting late.

Zhao Dahai flipped through the mussel meat, and the mussel meat was dried up in one day, and he could sell it for money after another day in the sun tomorrow. When he thought that he was one step closer to saving enough money to repair the fishing boat, he couldn't help being excited, and he was very much looking forward to it. Seeing grandma Zhong Cuihua coming out, she smiled and said that she had just read it again.

Zhong Cuihua walked to the dustpan, reached out and grabbed a few mussels, squeezed them hard, and nodded. They were drying well.

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