Golden Fishery

The fishermen on the Harvest were lively and drinking beer, and the atmosphere of other fishing boats was also lively. It's time to pull the net!

The motors of the fishing boats roared, and the heavy fishing nets were slowly pulled up.

Looking at the cable that was so tight that it was about to break, Gregorio Antonio, the captain of the Madrid Officer, said proudly: "Look, if you want to fish, you have to use your brain. Aren't the St. Johns people very good at finding fish? Then we Just follow them, you can always make money, right?"

"I guess this net has five tons of fish!" said the captain's pilot, Alfonso Lisaraso, optimistically.

"The people of St. Johns are really good people sent by God, haha, thanks to those unlucky guys."

"They must be very angry now, but this is reality. We have to teach these children to recognize the cruelty of reality."

"Then do they have to pay some tuition fees?"

The fishermen on the boat were laughing openly, all excited about the upcoming harvest.

The cables were retracted inch by inch, the fishing nets revealed their faces, and the faces of big fish that were one meter long or even one and a half meters long...

"Great! So many good fish, so many..."

The fisherman cheered when he saw the fish he had caught, but he felt something was wrong after seeing the gray-brown appearance of these fish.

Someone comforted: "It's okay, it may be the coho salmon that just returned to the sea after breeding. Didn't we encounter a school of coho salmon at noon?"

Subsequently, the fishing net was pulled up by the motor and opened. These fish fell to the deck or ice cabin with a crackling sound, completely revealing their real bodies...

Seeing the appearance of these fish clearly, the cheers of the fishermen gradually weakened. Then his eyes froze.

After a few seconds, the fishermen cursed louder than they cheered earlier: "You're a fool!"

"Shit! Why the fuck is it a dog mackerel!"

"It's a waste of effort! It's a waste of diesel fuel! Damn it, damn it! Damn it! Echinomako! Echinacea! Why didn't the bloody Echinacea die?!"

"Why are we so unlucky? After all the hard work, we can get the fuck out of these things? It's better to catch a pile of stones!"

Captain Gregorio Antonio paled with anger,

He grabbed the side of the boat with both hands, his chest was heaving vigorously, he wanted to curse but couldn't!

Who can he scold? He can only blame himself for being dazzled by interests and fantasies. In fact, if he is calmer, he can judge the identity of this school of fish.

Also, bulls can guess the identity of these thorn mackerel based on several conditions. There is no reason why these old captains who have been at sea for many years cannot figure it out.

The main reason for making such a big mistake is that these fishermen blindly believed in the Harvest. They only saw the Harvest casting nets, but they didn't see that the fishing nets were not opened! In addition, the fanatical idea of ​​grabbing money occupied every corner of their minds, how could they calmly analyze after seeing the school of fish?

As a Canadian slang says: If God wants to destroy it, he must first make it crazy!

To make matters worse, misfortunes never come singly. After working so hard to catch a bunch of useless thorn mackerel, someone behind told Gregorio Antonio tremblingly: "Captain, there are a few holes in our fishing net..."

Qin Shiou called the spiny snake mackerel the "perfect pit merman" not only because they are worthless, but also because this fish has a fierce temperament. They are carnivorous fish and have the same diet as sharks.

After being caught, the spiny snake mackerel struggles wildly. They are big and powerful, and it is normal for them to break through a few holes in the fishing net.

Hear the reports of his subordinates. Gregorio Antonio couldn't hold back any longer this time. He slapped the side of the boat vigorously and cursed: "You sons of St. Johns! Are you blind? Are you fucking fishing for this kind of fish? Go to hell with you!"

Along with Gregorio Antonio's swearing, almost every captain yelled in anger after discovering that the hard-earned thorn mackerel was found.

The bull was on the radio and drinking beer and giggling. Occasionally, he also interjected a few words, scolding how there are so many thornscale snake mackerel, which caused them such a heavy loss.

Others will scold a few words when they are interested, but most people are still interested in eating crayfish and drinking beer.

Qin Shiou told them to take a good rest, and when night fell, they had to work.

The sea is better than the land. The temperature difference didn't change much, and the ocean went down. The seawater releases heat slowly. Although the sea breeze is blowing, the temperature is not so cold that it is unacceptable.

Like the fishermen, Winnie was wearing a thick cotton padded coat and a water tank, but she couldn't get her hands in, and Qin Shiou wouldn't let her do the work. In fact, he didn't do it himself, and he was too lazy...

Qin Shiou teased the tigers and leopards, and the sea god was consciously looking for a suitable place to put down the shrimp pots, and the ice skates happily came to find him and took him to the south.

After swimming thirty to forty kilometers with the skates, a bright silver light appeared in front of him, a school of coho salmon!

Coho salmon are social fish, and they will not disperse except during mating. Apparently, although they were driven away at noon, they found tissues and regrouped to form the school again.

Seeing these coho salmon, Qin Shiou was overjoyed. He injected some Poseidon energy into the ice skate as a reward, and with a wave of his hand, the Poseidon consciousness enveloped it, directly enveloping most of the salmon.

send away!

One Poseidon consciousness controls the fish school to return to his Daqin Fishing Ground waters, and the other Poseidon consciousness runs separately, looking for lobster schools and fish schools from Snowball and Skate.

After selecting the sea area, the Harvest turned off its headlights and only left some small lights to illuminate the stern. Qin Shiou directed the fishermen to throw the shrimp pots into the sea.

The other fishing boats couldn't see what the Harvest was doing, so they could only rest resentfully.

The night was no better than the day, they didn't dare to get too close, it would be a lot of fun if the two boats collided accidentally, at that time Qin Shiou might really bring someone up to beat them up.

Seeing the fishermen working in the dark, Qin Shiou felt depressed. Why did this fishing that was originally upright now become sneaky and fish-stealing?

What is even more depressing is that it is impossible to trawl at night, it is difficult to control, and it is easy to damage the fishing net, which is not worth the loss.

As a result, there is not much harvest during the day, and the fishermen go back to sleep after putting down the shrimp pots. At midnight, Qin Shiou woke them up, turned on the headlights, and started harvesting shrimp pots!

Once the headlights on the Harvest were turned on, other fishing boats could see what they were doing.

Seeing that the fishermen on the Harvest were busy collecting shrimp pots, they hurried up and threw the shrimp pots down when they selected a water area. It would be good to have a drink of soup along with it.

Qin Shiou laughed. The lobsters in this sea area are not big. He used the sea god's consciousness to locate them precisely. The places where the shrimp traps fall are the places where the lobsters are most concentrated. If you spread the shrimp traps randomly, you won't be able to catch many lobster. (to be continued)