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Jack Miller rubbed his head, life was hard! As a modern college student, he was the apple of his parents' eye for winter break, but that didn't last long. Within two or three days, he felt superfluous and his treatment plummeted. He couldn't bear to be treated like a kid with nothing to do. After all, there was no one to work the land, and even if he wanted to help, he couldn't do it. Yesterday I talked to my friend Peter Smith, who has also found a part-time job because he can't stay at home any longer. Not only that, my neighbor Henry Lee also got a part-time job. During the epidemic, it's hard for college students to stay at home during parental time, and their pay has naturally gone down. The winter vacation seemed to be unusually long, and Jack and his classmates felt the hardships they had never experienced before. The saying, "If you're not close, you'll be resentful; if you're close, you'll be neglectful," seemed to ring true. Especially at home, he is a complete pain in the ass. Hanging up the video call with his roommate, Jack sighed, so he wasn't the only one who got this kind of treatment. Just as Jack was sighing, there was a sound from the living room, and he rushed out of the room. Joe Miller raised his eyes to look at his son, and casually asked, "Why didn't you go out to play?" "Middle school and elementary school are closed, there's no place to play ball even if you want to." Jack touched his face, and said with some concern, "Dad, if this winter break continues like this, I think I'm going to gain at least five pounds." Joe laughed and said, "Winter break? We didn't have winter vacation back then. If you're not doing anything, you should study hard and try to get into graduate school, or else you'll go for the civil service exam." College students are becoming more and more "worthless" now, especially Jack's students from ordinary secondary schools, their education is limited, and it is not difficult for them to find a satisfactory job. Going to graduate school or taking the civil service exam seems to be the best choice. These two paths are not easy, Jack also know in his heart. Jack felt some pressure, for his own future and future, he is a little worried. Now that he is in his fourth year of college, it is reasonable that he can go for internship, but the epidemic has caught up with him, which is not friendly to the students of this year. Rich kids and all that, Jack has nothing to do with those words. His hometown is in Florida, and although everyone says that coastal cities are more developed, not all coastal areas are economically developed. Jack's father, Joe, is a fisherman, usually sailing in a small wooden boat. Here, the sea, naturally, only offshore fishing, the harvest is also quite limited. "The tide is out, I'm going Beachcombing." Joe looked at his son, as a fisherman, he naturally knew the timing of the tides very well. The so-called beachcombing, is the people living in the sea according to the law of the tide, in time for the low tide, to the coast of the mudflats and reefs to salvage or collect seafood. For example, pick up some conch, crabs, catch some shellfish or small fish and shrimp. As for not going out to sea, it is because going out to sea to cast nets can not always guarantee a harvest, and go out to sea a trip to burn oil, oil costs less than a few dozen dollars. "Since I have nothing to do, I'll go Beachcombing too." Jack suggested. Joe said with some disdain, "What are you going to do? You can't pick up your shoulders, you can't lift your legs, where are you going to do Beachcombing," he muttered while wearing waterproof pants in the yard, "You, you want to catch razor clams, anemones, it's really hard." Jack laughed awkwardly, unable to refute such a comment. Although he grew up on the beach, and was familiar with common seafood, he didn't know what to do when it came to the real operation. Thus, Jack started to look for the waterproof pants in the old warehouse, found a small shovel, carried a little leaking bucket, and set off to the beach. There were quite a few people in the village engaged in beachcombing, men, women, old people or children, there were quite a lot of beachcombers. Some are doing it to subsidize their families, some just want to add to their meals, and some are doing it purely for the fun of it. "College students, there's mud over there, let's go to this side for beachcombing." Linda, who was not far away, gently persuaded. Jack smiled and waved his hand, and said loudly, "Auntie, I'm not going to steal the place from you, I'm going to catch crabs." "Catch crabs?" Linda was busy on the beach and caught a glimpse of her son, "Be careful not to get your legs caught by the crabs! Come here, just look for the cat's eye snails!" Jack thought it was too difficult to find cat's eye snails. Usually cat's eye snails will burrow into the sand when they arrive at the beach, and there will be some small bulges on the surface of the beach, so it is relatively easy to find them. In order to prove that he didn't eat and drink at home, Jack decided to challenge himself by catching crabs and prawns, which have a higher market value. Full of confidence, Jack set off majestically towards the muck. Having grown up by the sea, he knew a few things well. For example, many people see the blue sea and silver sand is only a fantasy of the scenic area, in fact, many places are mud, the sea water is also relatively turbid. As soon as he stepped into the mud, Jack immediately frowned, obviously overestimating his ability. On the other hand, if you can't walk on the mud, crawling on your knees will save your energy. "Shit!" Jack suddenly felt something was wrong, not wearing protective gear was a big mistake, and it made him feel a bit unqualified. Seemingly stepping on something hard, Jack felt pain on his foot, and looked down, the bottom of his foot was scratched. He rushed to find a slightly "clean" pool of water to wash off the mud on his feet, and saw a cut on the palm of his foot, which made Jack cry. He decided to go ashore, Beachcombing was a bit of a luxury for him, and it was more realistic for him to recuperate from his injury. Although the cuts on his feet were a bit messy, Jack didn't draw too much attention to himself. On the one hand, he was afraid of losing face, and on the other hand, he didn't want his parents to worry. For him, this little injury is nothing. He should be able to go home and take care of the wound. While cleaning the wound, Jack said to himself, "The environment is still quite polluted! Is this glass or something else? The shiny residue is embedded in the wound." Jack continued to clean the wound with water, and when he saw that there was no stain, Jack applied some purple potion, and then put on a band-aid. Dizzy from exhaustion or blood loss, Jack returned to his room in a daze and fell asleep.
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Jack Miller opens his eyes, not naturally, but because he's been lifted out of bed and scolded. Linda Miller angrily handed her son a bowl full of rice, saying, "I'm sick of seeing you, all day long you're either eating or sleeping!" "It's hard being a son!" Jack shook his head and sighed, "When he's at school, we worry that he won't be well fed or clothed, and we get tired of seeing him when he's under our noses all day long." Linda was furious, "Now he just wants me to go back to school so they can have some peace and quiet!" "There's no going back to school!" Jack couldn't help but worry, "Originally they wanted to go to school for one more semester, but now with this situation, I guess they can only go straight to get their diplomas. A lot of people are asking, and they probably don't intend to go back to school." During the epidemic, the school was closed, according to the current trend, the freshmen will return to school, may have become sophomore seniors, older sisters. And those senior old man, only one step away from graduation, they may directly into the community. Joe Miller looked at his son seriously and asked, "What are you going to do? Do you want to go to grad school or get a degree? Or get a job?" "Let's go to graduate school, to improve one's education." Linda suggested, "Your school is not good, and your major is not popular, so if you go to graduate school, it will be easier to find a job in the future. It's also good to be an editor, at least it's an iron rice bowl, stable." This is probably the problem that every student who is about to enter the society will think about, graduate school, the editorial exam or find a job, are considered the main 'way out'. As for going home to inherit hundreds of millions of dollars, that kind of person is really very few. Jack thought for a while, said, "Math and English are a bit poor, if the graduate school may have to fight for another year. If I go to graduate school, I may have to fight for another year. If I go to editorial, my personality is too loose, and the competition is too big." "It's easier to eat and drink at home, it's the easiest way!" Joe said in a bad mood, "You are also twenty-two, this age is not small. If you don't take exams and make progress, what can you do in the future?" This is the truth, close to graduation, Jack really realized that the status of student is the happiest and least stressful. But with graduation approaching, this status will soon become a thing of the past, and he must face more reality. Linda echoed, "Yes, if you work and eat, you have to work hard to be in charge of someone else's job. Our family doesn't have much money to give you to start a business or company, and you don't have much experience, so you probably can't do that either." When I was young, I thought about starting a business, but now I really don't dare to think about it. I don't have any work experience at all, and I'm not even sure which industry I will enter in the future. Talking about entrepreneurship at this time is simply the biggest joke, the most unrealistic thing. After dinner Jack decided to go out for a walk, even though the sky was dark and the weather was cold, he still wanted to go to blow the sea breeze. The waves lapping against the breakwater, the salty sea breeze coming at him, Jack lowered his head, thinking about his own way out, whether he wanted to or not, he had to think about his own future. "Hmm?" Walking to the end of Little Pier, Jack suddenly frowned, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes. Shaking his head vigorously, and patting his face, Jack couldn't help but say aloud, "Good Lord, am I dreaming, or am I blind, or am I just imagining things?" "This is outrageous, have I suddenly gained some kind of superpower?" No wonder Jack was so shocked, it was mainly because he 'clearly' saw the movement on the surface of the sea. You know, this is not a place where the sea water is crystal clear, the sea water here is usually turbid. What's more, even in clear waters, it was unlikely that he could see two or three meters below the sea level at once. "Little fish, little shrimp, and cat's-eye snails?" Is this a hangover? Jack couldn't help but start walking along the beach, testing his superpower. As if it was true, Jack felt that his eyes seemed to have really mutated, he was able to clearly see two or three meters below the surface of the sea. He was more than familiar with this pier, even if the tide was high now, he knew something about this place. The turbidity of the sea didn't affect him, not only could he see clearly the movements under the surface of the sea. What if the water was clearer? Couldn't he see deeper? But two or three meters is not much use ah, the sea is too deep, this depth is difficult to find anything good. I don't know if his supernatural ability can be further strengthened, and I don't know how to strengthen it. Not sure if this super power is permanent, or just a short period of time, Jack walked to the dark only in his parents one by one under the telephone urging home. Back in his room, Jack lay on his bed and began to think. After all, there are some things that are hard for him to believe and cannot be explained by science. How suddenly the eyes have changed, is it a genetic mutation? Since the mutation, does it mean that his life will also change? Waking up early was a bit strange to Jack, but at the crack of dawn, Jack got up. After a quick wash, he jogged towards the beach, and Joe and Linda felt relieved that their lazy son seemed to know better, and started to get up early for morning exercise. "I'm not dreaming, my superpower really exists!" "I can see what's going on at the bottom of the sea, there's a tigerfish over there, I have to fish it out to prove myself right!" "Green Jim, Sardine, Barangay! There's a lot of fish in front of our house, why can't we catch them when we fish?" ...... All morning, Jack was wandering around the beach. Sometimes he walked and looked all the way to the beach, sometimes he stood still and stared at a certain place. Either way, Jack was staring at the ocean. After lunch, Jack rushed out again, continued to the beach, and continued to observe the sea. He could see what was going on in the sea, and whether the water was clear or not, it didn't seem to affect him. Now, three and a half meters is the limit of his sight. He can see one or two meters below the sea level, which is considered very good. But Jack was a bit greedy, hoping to see deeper. As to whether his ability could be further enhanced, strengthened, or how to strengthen it, Jack had no idea now. Since realizing that he had super powers, Jack couldn't help but start to think about some things more. For example, how to utilize his superpower, how to use such superpower to create greater value. Jack suddenly 'matured', he looked preoccupied at this time. Had to think about these problems, had to think about some things at this time. Joe and Linda were a little puzzled by this, they felt that their son was acting out of character, and there was no sign of it. The fact that Jack had gone for a morning jog in the middle of the day was a good indicator of how out of sorts he was, not to mention the fact that all day long, they knew that Jack had been hanging out at the beach, and they didn't know what the boy had been thinking about. However, Joe and Linda did not ask more questions, they still know Jack better, I believe he will not be unable to think of anything. If their son was willing to talk, that would be great. If he didn't want to talk about it, it didn't matter, they believed that Jack would be able to figure things out on his own. What's more, they also have some guesses, probably work, the future and other things, which really need to think clearly, now can not have any sloppy carelessness, must be carefully thought. Clues, Jack felt that he did not seem to have much of a clue, and do not know what the hell is going on. I don't know why I suddenly have supernatural powers, and I don't know whether this supernatural power can be strengthened, and how to utilize this supernatural power to make some changes in my life. In any case, Jack thought that maybe he could try hard to find a way to utilize his superpower, to find a way to make his life more wonderful and interesting!
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Mutated, Jack Miller is becoming more and more certain that he has encountered some kind of mutation. The poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology, Jack knows that his family is not rich, but he is not so poor that he can still support his family. But this sudden change is really a bit sudden, so he was not caught by surprise. Standing in the yard, Jack looked at the distant sea, "This ability is probably a pair of eyes, can see the movement of the sea. Physical quality has not become stronger, also can not control the wind and rain, it seems a bit chicken ribs ah." Just finished belittling this strange ability, Jack once again pondered: "However, I can utilize this vision ah, the visibility of the sea is general, but it seems that I am not limited by this. Strangely enough, fresh water doesn't seem to work, I can only see clearly in seawater." In that case, Jack thought he could make good use of this ability. Whether the sea was clear or not had no effect on him, as long as it was sea water. In that case, Jack thought of going to "Beachcombing". Other people can't see what's going on in the sea, but he can. "I can catch some crabs, octopus, and pick up some sea snails, and I'm sure I can make some money." Jack gets excited and decides to give it a try, "As long as the water is shallow, I'll know where to cast my net and catch prawns, yellowtail, and maybe even lobsters." If I utilize this ability well, I may be able to make a fortune, and maybe even break into the future. This is also considered a "freelance job", not to worry about being constrained, but also to have more freedom. In addition, this work is also more in line with his personality, can have more free time. Thinking optimistically, learning Diving and going out to the sea for Fishing is the ideal life in Jack Miller's mind. Joe Miller carries out the Fishing Net from the utility room, which is the daily life of a fisherman. "Dad, I'm going to Beachcombing now." Jack was so excited, he couldn't help himself, "Dad, what's the income from Beachcombing now?" Joe didn't lift his head, and said, "If you do a lot of Beachcombing, you'll get a couple hundred a day if you're lucky, to supplement your family's income." This is also the truth, the income of Beachcombing is really not high. It is normal for experienced Beachcombers to earn a couple hundred a day, and of course, they can earn more if they are lucky. However, there are too many uncertainties in this job, plus it depends on the weather, so you can't go every day. Rain, high tide or Hurricane, etc., can not work. The most important thing is that the harvest of Beachcombing is relatively limited, in the reef, sandy beach or small pools of water to pick up some catch, not surprisingly, are some small fish, shrimp or crabs and mussels, small amount of price is not high. Speaking of price, the price of seafood varies from place to place, and also varies from season to season. Seeing his son with a bucket and shovel, Joe reminded, "Wear your water pants, don't get cold, and put on your leg guards, don't get hurt." Wearing the leg guards, Jack felt that it was an additional safeguard to avoid being scratched by the rocks and shells. Joe shook his head at his son's confidence. Beachcombing wasn't that easy. It's okay to use it to subsidize the family, but it's really difficult to make a living out of it. Joe sighed, these days his son has been in a state of confusion, I had hoped that he would read and study hard at home. The difficulty and pressure of the examination is very high, so he should study hard to be sure. But now it seems, this is also not very realistic, the son seems to have no heart to read. Joe shook his head, think a few days to talk about these things with his son, Jack obviously do not know what his father is thinking, carrying a bucket of water he confidently ran to Seaside, the tide has begun to ebb, some of the village's hardworking people have also come to Seaside, and it is expected that more and more people will come next. Jack thought that there was no need to go to the beach, and that beachcombing there required more eyesight and experience. It is more suitable to go to a small pool of water, when the tide goes out, some small fishes and shrimps will not be able to go back to the sea in time, they may be stranded at this moment. "I shouldn't have brought the salt, I didn't need it to catch razor clams." "You don't need to bring a shovel, you don't need to dig in the sand, you can just pick up conch in the sea." Muttering to himself, Jack trudges through the mud, searching for something of economic value, to prove that he can make a good living from Beachcombing, and that his idea is feasible. "Huh? Silver pomfret?" Jack felt he had opened the door, his first catch was not bad. There are actually many types of pomfret, silver pomfret, gold pomfret, sword pomfret and so on. In fact, the price of silver pomfret is not sky-high, but the price of wild gold pomfret depends on the size. Smaller ten, twenty dollars, larger sold to sixty dollars a catty is normal, or even close to a hundred dollars. Of course, this also depends on the season and the quality of the silver pomfret. jack some excitement, this silver pomfret seems to have more than a catty, quite valuable. Silver pomfret is trapped in a small pool of water, it has lost the opportunity to return to the sea. If Jack doesn't catch it now, it might be taken by someone else later. And even if they don't, by the time the puddle dries up, the fish will be stranded on the beach. Quickly pulling his right leg out of the mud, Jack tried to speed up his steps to get closer to the pompano. Seemingly threatened, the pompano begins to struggle in the tiny pool, trying to escape. It's not that easy, because it meets the cold-blooded and ruthless Jack, "Hey, hey, you run, I'll give you ten seconds." Jack realized the sense of achievement of a cat catching a mouse, happy to catch the prey, but enjoying the process of catching the prey is also very interesting. For example, intentionally make a big noise, see the silver pomfret anxiously struggling in the shallow pool of water, more interesting. "Hey, jumped to the shore?" Jack is happy, silver pomfret struggled, and even jumped to a small sandy beach. This is interesting, it is now completely stranded, even the small pool of water can not return. "Since you don't want to live, I'll give you a hand, so you don't have to keep struggling!" Laughing as he put the one pound silver pomfret into the bucket, Jack was ready to take another look. Standing on the small reef, Jack's eyes kept scanning the tiny pool of water, trying to find more catches. "The cat's eye snails are too small, the mud snails aren't too big, and the puffer fish are, well, poisonous!" The catch here is not much, Jack needs to move on, one silver pomfret is not enough, not by a long shot, Jack suddenly smiles, the cat's eye snail is a very interesting toy. This is a kind of sea snail that likes to hide in the sand when the tide is low, and the meat is also very good. Jack grabbed the snail that could not get into the sand in time, pinched the flesh of the snail and squeezed it hard. Watching the water being squeezed out of the conch meat was a great sense of achievement. It's fun to catch a cat's eye snail. This is also a fun toy. Throwing the conch in the bucket, Jack continued on his way, still needing to continue his treasure hunt in Seaside. The snail is caught, and the shrimp is thrown into the bucket before Jack can get away. Smiling Jack found a field of mud snails, nice and big. The razor clams trying to burrow into the sand were nowhere to be seen, nor could they escape Jack's quick eyes. Jack feels lucky to have found a good catch. Although he was tired, he still felt enjoying himself. This time, Jack felt that he must have earned more than two hundred dollars from Beachcombing, which is a little bit of living expenses. Going home, Jack felt that he could go home now. He can now 'raise his eyebrows', he's not lazy, he's not just eating, he's not just drinking, he's a 'fighter', he can work hard to subsidize his family.
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Jack Miller is now proudly walking home with half a bucket of fish in his hand, and there are quite a few people in Eastwood Village who are beachcombing, so when they see Jack heading home, some of them are curious to ask him about it. Some of them were just asking casually, or just teasing, or of course, just being polite. "Not bad, picked up some conch." Jack responded with a smile. "Got lucky with a silver pomfret, good portion." He continued, his eyes shining with pride. Jack returned home and saw Dad still mending the nets, Joe Miller looked back and asked, "Back so soon, what did you catch?" "Conch, shrimp, but mainly caught a silver pomfret." Jack immediately couldn't help but show off a little, a little proud, "Dad, this silver pomfret portion is not bad, it is estimated to be one and a half pounds." Joe put down the work in his hand, walked over to pick up the bucket, took a look and laughed, "Yo, there are still quite a lot of harvest, can be ah!" Jack's harvest this time was indeed very good. Even some experienced Fishermen might not be able to have such a harvest. The village Beachcombers, for the doorstep of this Beach almost know it like the back of their hand, where there are good things, where the harvest is not big, they probably have a good idea. However, even so, do not guarantee that every time there will be a good harvest. "Estimated value of three hundred dollars!" Joe said happily, "This fish can be sold for almost a hundred and fifty-six." Jack immediately smiled, really happy, "Not a bad price! Is the price usually this high?" "Now is considered cheap, seven or eight taels of silver pomfret price is not low, New Year's time a hundred a catty. Our side is Seaside fishing, all are wild, naturally the price is a little more expensive. This kind of fish grows slowly, in two years time it may not be able to have half a catty." If it is a small silver pomfret, ten or twenty dollars a catty, but more than a catty fish price is not the same. At this time, Mom also went home, Linda Miller caught a lot of cat's eye snails, clams and razor clams, estimated to be about a hundred dollars. Seeing her son's harvest, Linda naturally did not hesitate to send her recognition and encouragement. "I'll go ahead and sell these." Joe stood up, pushing out the Pickup Truck, "Good luck today, lots of harvest." There are many fishermen in the village, and many of them take these catches to some aquatic merchants to sell them, or barbecue stalls, small restaurants, and naturally those who go directly to the pier, which is also the main shipping method of these fishermen. Linda changed her shoes, and casually complimented, "I thought you didn't have much today, but I didn't realize you had a big one." "Right?" Jack was even more pleased, said with a smile, "Luckily, that fish just happened to meet me at the small waterhole." Linda thought the same thing, that contraptions like silver pompano weren't everywhere. Sometimes when she saw some Beachcombing videos on social media, Linda thought those people were exaggerating. If beachcombing was that easy, they would be rich already, so who would go out to work. Jack was satisfied with today's harvest. Although he was very lucky this time, he knew that he could not expect such luck every time. Because of this, he plans to work harder in the coming time, accumulate experience, and at the same time utilize his supernatural power, which he thinks is just a small test. At the end of the day, Jack washed up and returned to his bedroom, chatting with his classmates and friends on Group Chat. Lying on the bed, Jack began to think about his own mind, he really need to consider some things more comprehensive, and make some fine planning. "Three hundred a day, that's like ten thousand a month, that's not bad at all". Jack said to himself. As for those internet celebrities on TikTok who claimed to be making Ferraris per capita or a million dollars per capita per year, Jack wouldn't take them lightly. Although he hadn't yet stepped out of school, and sometimes he and some of his classmates would talk about future high-paying careers in their youth, he knew that a high income wasn't that easy. "After all, Beachcombing is still a day-to-day job, with both opportunities and challenges." Jack muses. "The aquaculture industry is also more developed now, and there are more and more big boats fishing offshore, so our family's Wooden Boat can only go around offshore." Fisherman is a very tiring occupation, and the income is not really high, which Jack naturally knows in his heart. He doesn't have much patience for mending nets and repairing boats all day long, not to mention the risks involved in going out to sea. No profession is easy, Jack knows that, especially growing up in Seaside, Dad is also a fisherman, so he has some say in it. "We live off the mountain, we live off the water, more people in the village do live off the sea." Jack pondered. Jack pondered, Eastwood Village residents, there are far away from the sea as a crew, there are also engaged in offshore aquaculture, naturally, there are also a lot of small fishing boats to make a living. For Jack, the traditional sense of Fishermen, the income is really not high, the work is dirty and tired, this is the real life, Jack think his ability in Beachcombing may be okay, just like this, probably is a well-off level. "Maybe I can also set up a public website, and occasionally shoot some Beachcombing videos." Jack thought to himself, there are a lot of Beachcombing internet celebrities nowadays. However, he really didn't know how these netizens made money, or how they operated. Instead of thinking about how these big netroots can cash in, it's better to understand the basic operation of making videos and editing videos first. His thoughts were a bit distant, but they didn't exclude possible options in the future, just that he obviously didn't intend to take this matter as the only way out. For Jack, the real career was still in the sea, that was the endless pot of treasure. "I still need to learn more about aquaculture." Jack thought to himself. "Even if you don't go into aquaculture, you can't be ignorant about seafood, whether it's Beachcombing or fishing or making videos, you need to have a basic understanding." "Speaking of video production, I don't know much about that either, I need to learn." Jack felt that he had a lot to learn, and he was still in a 'novice' state. This was obviously not good, only by continuously improving his abilities, could he lead a better life. Only through continuous learning can he grow better. Thinking about this, Jack also fell into a deep sleep, only a good rest, can have better progress. The next morning, Jack looked at the weather, the sky was cloudy and the sea breeze was strong. It wasn't a good day for Beachcombing, but for the sake of life, this kind of weather couldn't stop him. Joe ate his breakfast, and said, "You'll be fine at home, come out to sea with me." "The weather's bad, so I'll help your Dad collect the nets and try to get back early." Linda briefly explained, "The harvest has not been good this month, I haven't caught many fish, but I have spent a lot of money on fuel." This is the daily life of a fisherman. It seems that there are endless treasures in the sea, but not every time they go out to sea, they can not return with a full load. In recent years, the fishery resources in the sea are not so good is also a fact. It's not unusual for fishermen not to make enough money on a trip. Jack nodded his head, although he followed along with the sea, can not play a decisive role, but a simple play a hand can still be. He has been to the sea before and helped out. Even if it was just offshore, Jack had some small expectations. (End of chapter)
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"Joe, did you take your young master out to sea?" "College boy, don't expect him to do anything, fishing is dirty and tiring, let him rest at home!" Jack Miller, carrying a bucket and wearing waterproof pants, followed his father to Little Pier, and along the way, they met some villagers from Eastwood Village, who casually exchanged greetings and jokes. Jack's fishing boat is about five meters long, a small wooden boat, equipped with a diesel engine, pay-off and reeling machine, which is also a relief for some manpower. This kind of fishing boat is regarded as the 'mainstream' among the offshore fishermen. Joe started the boat, controlling its speed and direction from the stern, and Jack stood at the bow, staring at the surface and studying the sea. Jack stood at the bow, staring at the surface of the sea and studying it. The speed of the boat was not very fast, and Jack could only 'see' a distance of about three meters underwater. Jack stood at the bow of the boat, staring at the surface of the sea and studying the sea. "What he saw was basically living things in the sea, all the sea creatures that were still alive. So much so, that pearls and such were invisible, and dead shells were not visible." Jack felt that there were pros and cons to this, some of the pearls and such in the ocean had value. But if you can't see the pearls, you can still see the living things, so it's kind of a catch-22. Don't be too greedy, some satisfaction is good, contentment. Almost half an hour's ride, not too far and not too close, mainly because Joe has some experience, he knows that some places have no fish, and some places may have schools of fish. Plus, with the decline in fishing resources over the years, sometimes you have to go farther offshore to improve your chances of catching something. When he got to the buoy, Joe said, "Come on over here and help me with the fish." Jack nodded, there was only so much he could do to help. Mostly removing the catch from the nets was something Jack could do well. It's a little more technical, without skill and patience, it's likely to break the net, and that's not a good thing, it's not easy with increased wear and tear or the need to repair the net on shore. Joe uses a hook to pull the buoy to the side of the boat and then hooks the net to the reel. An electric reel would make it easier for him. "There's a fish!" Joe finally breathed a sigh of relief, having reeled in the net for almost a minute before he saw his first fish. It wasn't a big catch, but it was a 'good start', and more was expected to follow. Squid, the first fish was a squid, which is not a valuable thing, Jack quickly took out the squid, and threw it into the fish box. "Here we go, prawns!" Joe said happily, "This shrimp is at least two taels, a few more!" Jack also laughed, "Some years ago I heard that Qingdao's prawns were sold at sky-high prices, and I thought that the owner was heartless and didn't mark the price clearly." Prawns are indeed very expensive, more than two prawns seventy to eighty dollars a catty is very normal, around the Spring Festival to sell more than a hundred is not uncommon. So, a prawns sold dozens of dollars is normal. Just those black-hearted bosses did not clearly marked price, one stuffed with a whole plate, have to make it clear, so as not to pit people. Jack smiled and took out the prawns, which are actually 'prawns'. Normal length to twenty centimeters or so, more than one taels, the larger the specification the rarer. Shi Jiugong came, almost the size of a palm. This is normal, this fish has a big mouth, small body, ugly, but delicious, nutritious, and not cheap. Its dorsal fin is hard and poisonous. "They've stabbed Shijiu Gong's nest!" Joe frowned, a little helpless, "These fish put away, go back to stew." Jack gulped, "Stew soup is so good!" Fishermen do not necessarily often eat seafood, many times it is some common, market value of the seafood is not high. Like prawns, usually where to eat, are taken to sell. The first net harvest is not good, in addition to prawns, this net income less than fifty dollars, this is also considered a loss of sea. Joe didn't say anything more, he was used to this kind of catch. He is used to catching like this. It is not easy to come back with a full load of fish when there is often nothing to catch. He continued to go out, simply packed up the fishing nets, and set off again. Something crazy happens, the buoy is in position, and Joe curses. This is a common situation for fishermen, sometimes the nets are taken away by other boats, and sometimes the nets are stolen or just cut off by poor quality people. Jack didn't know what to say, he'd seen it before and heard about it. Everywhere there are people with high quality, everywhere there are people with no character, this is probably the society and life. This time out to sea will definitely lose money, a trip to the sea is not enough money for fuel, wooden boat and engine wear and tear, manpower and time is even more immeasurable. "In the past, when we were young, there were a lot of fish. Fishing has become more and more difficult over the years, due to overfishing and pollution, and there are fewer and fewer fish." Joe calmed down, started the fishing boat to go home and said, "It's getting harder and harder to catch good fish now." Jack smiled, "It's gotten a little better in the last two years, hasn't it?" Joe said helplessly, "It's not much better, the control is indeed a bit stricter than before, but there are still people stealing and using extinct nets. Nowadays, the fishing equipment is getting more and more advanced, and there are more fish to be caught, so it's even harder to make a living offshore." After chatting all the way, father and son docked at the shore. There was not much to catch, so they simply packed up their tools and went home with the fish in their nets. Linda didn't say anything when she saw the lack of harvest, she was used to this kind of thing. "Ishi Jiu Gong will make soup, and the prawns will be steamed." Joe threw the nets into the yard, "I'm too lazy to sell these, they're not worth the gas money." Linda nodded, it really wasn't worth taking it to the dock or giving it to the fisherman. Back in the room, Jack thought, "Dad, give me the car keys, I'm going to town." "Car keys?" Linda laughed, "If you didn't know better, you'd think we had a four-wheeler in the house!" Joe didn't look up, and said with hope, "The road in front of our house is good, and your boy is growing up now. Maybe in a couple of years he'll come back with a four-wheeler, and my yard is big enough to park it." "That's right, aim for a BBA, or else a Ferrari or Lamborghini." Jack joked, in a good mood, "But I heard that sports cars have a low chassis and are hard, and it hurts my back to drive for a long time, so I won't buy one!" Linda scolded, "Wait until you can buy a four-wheeler! So, what are you doing in town?" "Looking for books, see if there's anything interesting." Jack smiled coyly and rubbed his legs, "Mother, my legs are tight, give me some reward?" Linda glared at her son, "It's in the drawer, take it yourself, and remember to come back early." Joe smiled, the gloom in his heart slightly dispersed, "You are still the emperor? Then my kingdom is left to you?" "That's right!" Jack pointed to the sea in front of the house, "That's the kingdom that father and mother fought for my son!" After taking the money, Jack got on his motorcycle and set off to the town to look for some books on seafood. There is no end to learning, if you want to 'inherit the great mountains and rivers', you have to keep working hard. It seems that there are very few books about seafood, Jack is a bit disappointed, maybe he should go to the bookstore in City to look for them. After all, some specialized books are not as popular as they used to be, not to mention that many people are used to e-reading nowadays, and traditional paper reading is not as popular as it used to be. Since there is no gain, Jack also no longer hesitate to ride the motorcycle home. Eating steamed prawns, Jack felt very good. Just to satisfy his appetite, Jack suddenly felt that his eyes seem to be warm and moist, very comfortable. "Huh? Can eating more seafood improve your eyesight?" Rushing to add, Jack felt like he had found the trick. Afterward, he finished the fish soup, fished out a piece of Shi Jiugong, and ate it without any special feeling. "Is it the cooking method? Steaming retains the original flavor to be effective?" While he was wondering, Jack picked up another piece of Shi Jiugong. The warmth reappeared, slightly less than the prawns, but certainly there. "No, it's the quality of the fish itself. High quality helps, average quality is just an ingredient." Jack couldn't help but think, feeling as if he'd found some tricks, groping for a little way to enhance his abilities. He'd have to keep trying, Jack thought, and there was something he had to get a grip on.
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