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

After sending Grandpa Sun home, Chu Yang sat on a rattan chair in the yard to rest.

After drinking more than three kilograms of red wine, although the alcohol content was not high, it was not something that ordinary people could bear.

His drunken state just now was not completely fake.

"Burp~"

After a long burp, blowing the sea breeze, Chu Yang felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and soon fell into a dream.

When he woke up again, it was already late at night.

"Hey, it's raining."

Chu Yang touched the water drops on his face and looked up.

I saw that on the sea in the distance, the dark clouds had pressed to a low altitude of less than 500 meters, and it was obvious that a rainstorm was about to come.

"Then we can't go out to sea tomorrow?"

Chu Yang was suddenly a little depressed. He hadn't gotten over the freshness of being a fisherman yet.

But this is the sea. It may be calm in the last second, but it will become a storm in the next second.

Therefore, even experienced fishermen should maintain awe in the face of the capricious sea.

Chu Yang hurriedly moved the chair back to the living room. Before he closed the doors and windows, bean-sized raindrops fell on the windowsill, and the world outside the window suddenly became blurred.

The next morning, Chu Yang got up from the bed.

The rain outside had stopped, but the sea breeze was blowing, raising the waves two or three meters high.

"Brother, eat."

Breakfast was still prepared by Chu Xi, white rice porridge with radish strips and some peanuts left over from yesterday.

Chu Yang ate a bowl of porridge in two or three mouthfuls and stood at the door to smoke.

At the same time, he received today's treasure chest.

[Congratulations on winning the silver treasure chest. The treasure chest location has been refreshed. Please go and claim it. ]

It turned out to be a silver treasure chest!

But when I looked at the refresh location, it was on the sea, thirty or forty nautical miles away from the Falling Sun Island.

Damn!

"It would be nice to have a big ship."

In fact, this is not the first time Chu Yang has had this idea. When he saw Sun Qingjun's sampan before, he wanted to get a ship himself.

But he doesn't like the small one, and he can't afford the big one for the time being.

Now it seems that getting a ship is urgent.

What will be opened from the silver treasure chest, or the silver treasure chest that is swiped on the sea?

"Bluefin tuna? Yellow croaker? Giant grouper? Grouper?"

Anyway, no matter which one, it must be very valuable.

Thinking of this, Chu Yang felt that his heart was about to bleed, which was more painful than the last life when he was impulsive and paid for everything!

"No, I have to get a ship."

Thinking of this, Chu Yang immediately took out his mobile phone to search.

But after looking for a long time, he didn't find the information he wanted.

The Internet is far less developed than in later generations, but Baidu's bidding ads are everywhere. When you open the webpage, the most common thing you see is Putian hospitals.

Ren Ai Hospital Shuguang Hospital Maria Women's Hospital, all kinds of medicines can cure all diseases.

Hurry up and turn off your phone. If you wait another second, Chu Yang feels that he will lose his mind.

"It seems that I can only find someone to find out."

Chu Yang picked up a box of Mengniu yogurt and walked towards Sun Qingjun's house.

Thanks to the continued popularity of Super Girl, Mengniu, the sponsor, has achieved huge commercial success.

With Zhang Hanyun's words "sour and sweet is me", many boys and girls are embarrassed to go out without a bottle of yogurt.

At the gate of Sun Qingjun's house, Chu Yang saw a little boy of eleven or twelve lying on the stone table in the yard, his saliva almost flowing onto the book of 300 Tang poems under his chin.

"Ang Ang?" Chu Yang called tentatively. He remembered that Sun Qingjun's youngest son seemed to be called Sun Ziang.

The child was very alert and immediately raised his head like a deer when he heard the noise.

"Who called me?"

"It's me, Chu Yang, your father's friend. Where's your father?"

Sun Ziang was relieved to see that he was not an acquaintance.

"Dad, someone is looking for you." He turned around and shouted loudly into the house, then immediately took the 300 Tang poems and recited them with his head shaking.

"The sun is high in the sky, and sweat drips on the soil under the wheat..."

Soon, Sun Qingjun came out of the house, wearing a blue coat with "Twins: China's No. 1 Pig Feed Brand" printed on it.

"Hey, Ayang, why are you here? Come in, come in."

Sun Qingjun hurriedly welcomed Chu Yang into the house.

After seeing the yogurt in his hand, he blamed him again: "Come here, what else are you carrying?"

Chu Yang smiled:

"It's my first time to visit you, and I don't have much. I brought a box of yogurt for the children to satisfy their cravings. It didn't cost much."

Sun Qingjun took the milk and moved a stool.

"You sit down first, I'll wash my hands first, I was just feeding the pigs inside."

Chu Yang sat and waited for him.

When he appeared again, he had taken off his overalls and washed his hands.

"Come, have some tea."

Chu Yang took a sip from the disposable paper cupAfter tasting it, it smelled quite fragrant, so he casually praised:

"This tea is good."

Sun Qingjun smiled and said, "What's good about it? I made it myself. I like to take two kilograms away later."

"Uncle, you have this skill. You go to sea, raise pigs, and make tea. No wonder you live a prosperous life."

Chu Yang sighed sincerely.

Sun Qingjun waved his hands and said modestly: "It's just for fun. I just drink it at home. By the way, you came to me today for something, right?"

Seeing Sun Qingjun took the initiative to mention it, Chu Yang briefly told him about his desire to search for fishing boats.

"If you decide to stay on the island in the future, you must have a boat."

Sun Qingjun nodded in agreement.

"But you want a boat over 12 meters. I guess there is no boat in the town. You have to go to a professional shipyard in the city."

The length of the boat is greater than or equal to 12 meters, which is considered a medium-sized ocean fishing boat. It can go to the near sea and work overnight at sea. The technical requirements are relatively high, and it is not something that a small workshop in a town can handle.

"Well, the weather is bad these two days, and we can't go out to sea. I'll accompany you to the city tomorrow to find out."

Chu Yang didn't say anything polite, "Then I'll trouble you, uncle."

"What's the trouble?" Sun Qingjun waved his hand.

After agreeing on a time, Chu Yang stood up and said goodbye.

Sun Qingjun went back to the room and took two kilograms of tea, wrapped it in newspaper, and stuffed it into his hand.

"Take it, and come back to me after you finish drinking it."

"Then I won't be polite."

When leaving, Chu Yang saw that Sun Ziang was still reciting poems, but he kept repeating the same two sentences, 'hoeing the field at noon, sweat dripping on the ground under the field...'

He suddenly got a bad taste.

"Uncle Qingjun, Ziang is really diligent. He has been reciting a poem for half an hour and is still reciting it."

After being reminded by him, Sun Qingjun reacted immediately.

He picked up the feather duster standing on the windowsill and strode towards Sun Ziang.

"Okay, I asked you to endorse the book but you are slacking off here. I think you are getting naughty again."

Soon, Chu Yang, who had not walked far, heard the sound of bamboo shoots frying meat behind him.

"Pa..."

"Ah, it's unfair, Dad..."

"Pa...pa..."

"Dad, I was wrong..."

"Pa...pa...pa..."

"Beat me, beat me quickly, I want to drink yogurt after that..."

"Papapapapapapapapapapapa...I'll let you drink, I'll let you drink enough...papapapapapapa..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, Sarilang...Chu Yang, you idiot..."