Starting to go to the sea: I really didn’t want to be a sea king

On the deck, blood was dripping.

The black marlin, which had been cut off the head and tail and drained of blood, and the cut fish heads were divided into two parts and put on a cart and sent to the cold storage.

Under the freezing and fresh-keeping conditions of minus 18 degrees, the delicious taste of the fish meat was almost perfectly locked in the blood and flesh.

"Huh~"

After everything was done, Chu Yang sat on the recliner and felt the tide of fatigue sweeping over him.

Especially his arms and waist, as if he had rewarded himself more than a dozen times in a row.

This giant is stimulating, but it is too physically demanding. If it happens again, Chu Yang will probably have to lie down directly.

"It must be too much force, and the muscles are injured. Come, apply it."

Sun Qingjun brought a bowl of tea oil over.

This is a rural folk method. If you are overworked, have back pain, leg pain, shoulder pain, etc., you can use tea oil to massage the muscles. It is said to be very effective.

Chu Yang felt that the principle should be similar to the back massage with essential oils.

"Hiss~"

He raised his hand to take the cloth soaked in tea oil, but his arm kept shaking. When he raised it to the chest, it got stuck.

"Captain, let me help you."

Lin Zijin blushed and whispered.

Chu Yang was slightly stunned. He originally meant that Sun Qingjun's hands were too rough, so he asked Zhang Hongtao to do it.

But if there was a better choice, he would not refuse it.

After all, it always felt weird to let a man rub against himself.

"Then I'll trouble you."

Chu Yang said, put the recliner flat, closed his eyes, and lay straight on it.

After a while, he heard the sound of "gu chu chu".

Then he felt two cold little hands pressed against his arms and rubbed them gently.

Lin Zijin's hands were not smooth. After all, she was used to doing work, catching fish with nets, washing vegetables and cooking, which made her palms slightly rough.

But with the lubrication of tea oil, the rubbing with a slight scratching feeling makes people feel more.

Smelling the fragrance of tea oil, feeling the sticky and slippery touch, blowing the sea breeze, Chu Yang closed his eyes and felt like he was lying on the clouds.

After a while, he fell asleep.

Snoring beautifully, Chu Yang suddenly felt a tingling in his nose.

"Ahhh... A-choo..."

He sneezed for a long time.

Chu Yang subconsciously wanted to rub his nose, but he couldn't raise his arm above his waist.

"Damn!"

After sleeping, his hands became more sore and swollen.

"How do you feel? It's not better yet?"

Zhang Hongtao ran over, lit a cigarette and stuffed it into Chu Yang's mouth.

"No, my arms are very soft. It feels like I have two 10-kilogram dumbbells tied to my hands. I don't have the strength to lift them."

Chu Yang took a puff of the cigarette and replied depressedly.

"It's okay. If you can't do it, just take a break. Let's not do homework tonight." Zhang Hongtao said.

Sun Qingjun blew out a smoke ring and rarely refuted.

On the first day of going out to sea, he caught a net of eagle pomfret and a big swordfish weighing two or three hundred kilograms, which was worth tens of thousands of yuan. What else can he say?

Not to mention just resting for one night, even returning to the original place is no problem.

"Okay, then find an anchor to anchor and rest for the night."

Soon, Sun Qingjun drove the fishing boat to find a flat seabed and then anchored.

However, after anchoring, he did not rest, but took out a string of ground traps.

"There is a small island in front. Lao Zhang and I will go over to take a look and put two ground traps to see if there are shrimps and crabs. Get two for breakfast tomorrow."

Chu Yang did not persuade him. He knew Sun Qingjun's temperament. Since he went out to sea, if he didn't get something tonight, it would be equivalent to losing something. It is impossible for him to be idle.

"Uncle Jun, be careful and come back before dark." He urged.

Sun Qingjun waved his hand and went down the deck.

After inflating the kayak, Zhang Hongtao helped him move the ground cage onto the kayak, and then the two of them paddled away slowly.

Chu Yang thought that the two of them would be back soon, but he didn't expect that they would wait until dark.

After the sun went down, the sea suddenly became dark.

The sea breeze blew, the waves surged, and the fishing boat was pushed left and right. The wind and waves were obviously much stronger than during the day, and it seemed that there would be some rain.

Chu Yang turned on the big searchlight on the fishing boat and stood on the bow smoking. After a while, the cigarette butts were scattered all over the ground.

"Damn, nothing will happen, right?"

He couldn't help but have this thought in his mind, but he immediately suppressed it.

"Not really, not really. We worshiped Mazu before going out to sea and offered a pig's head and three animals. Mazu will definitely bless us."

Just when there was only one bottle of Furongwang left, Chu Yang finally saw the kayak reappear on the sea with the help of the searchlight.

Huh~

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why is it so late? Didn't we say we would leave before dark?"Will you definitely come back in time? "

"Ayang, blame me, blame me. I didn't expect there were so many sun snails on the island. I was a little reluctant to leave after picking them up."

When the kayak approached the fishing boat, Sun Qingjun hurriedly explained.

"That thing is not worth much... Forget it, hurry up and get on board."

Zhang Hongtao got on the boat first and stood on the edge of the boat, while Sun Qingjun stood on the kayak and handed a net bag up.

The two of them handed one by one and finally got the net bag on the deck.

As soon as Zhang Hongtao let go, the net bag fell on the deck with a bang, making a lot of noise.

When I walked over and took a look, it was bulging, and it was estimated to be about 30 to 40 kilograms, which was quite a lot.

"This is the sun snail. "

Chu Yang used his foot to poke it, and then he could see what the thing inside looked like.

It was in the shape of an ordinary snail, with a grayish surface, but the inner wall of the shell was bright orange, quite beautiful, no wonder it was called a sun snail, looking from the mouth of the snail, it looked a bit like the rising sun.

In fact, the scientific name of this thing is turban, and there are several kinds of it, like the one Sun Qingjun picked up today, called the golden mouth turban, and there is also a kind called the silver mouth turban, the inner wall is silvery white, also very beautiful.

And turbans have one thing in common, that is, the limestone operculum (pronounced yan in the third tone, the disc-shaped cover of the shell mouth of the snail) covering the mouth of the snail. The shape of the operculum is unique, resembling eyes, so some places call them "ox-eye snails" and "cat-eye snails".

The ones Sun Qingjun picked up must be ox-eye snails, and they are as big as ping-pong balls.

"Not bad, such a big size, more than 20 are easy to sell, at least a few hundred. "Sun Qingjun muttered, as if to defend himself.

Chu Yang didn't say much, and asked Zhang Hongtao to pick out the big ones and leave two kilograms to taste, and throw the rest into the cold storage.

"Okay, come over when you're done, let's eat quickly, the dishes are cold."

After saying that, he endured the soreness and set up the small table, and Lin Zijin began to serve the dishes.

Stir-fried pork with peppers, stewed mixed fish, steamed big eagle pomfret, steamed eggs...

People are iron and rice is steel, and they feel anxious if they don't eat a meal.

All the work on the boat was physical work, and several people were already hungry after working all afternoon. The smell of the dishes would make their stomachs growl even more happily.

One by one, they put the things in place, picked up a bucket of water and rinsed from head to toe, and then quickly sat at the table.

"Show off, show off!"