The fishermen on the Harvest are drinking beer lively, and the atmosphere of the other fishing boats is also lively, and it is time to pull the nets!

The motors of the fishing boats roared, and the heavy 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 people of St. John's very good at finding fish?" Then we will follow them, and we will always make money, right? ”

"I guess this net has to be five tons!" Alfonso Lisarasso, the captain's wheelman, said optimistically.

"St. John's is such a good man sent by God, haha, thanks to those unlucky guys."

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

"Do they have to pay some tuition?"

The fishermen on the boat laughed uncontrollably, all excited about the upcoming harvest.

The rope was withdrawn inch by inch, the fishing nets were revealed, and the faces of large fish that were one meter long or even one and a half meters long were revealed......

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

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

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

The nets are then pulled up by the motor and opened. The fish crackled and landed on the deck or in the ice tank, revealing their true bodies......

Seeing the appearance of these fish, the cheers of the fishermen slowly faded. Then his eyes glazed over.

After a few seconds, the fishermen cursed in louder voices than the cheers they had just hauled: "Daddy! ”

"Shit! Why the fuck is a mackerel raised by dogs! ”

"It's been in vain! Diesel in vain! Damn it, damn it, damn it! Damn it! Acanthy mackerel! Acanthy mackerel! Why didn't the damn spiny mackerel die?! ”

"Why are we so lucky? What the do you get all this stuff after a hard job? It's better to catch a bunch of rocks! ”

Captain Gregorio Antonio's face was pale with anger, his hands were grappling on the side of the ship, his chest was rising and falling vigorously, he wanted to scold but couldn't scold!

Who can he scold? He can only blame himself for being carried away by interests and fantasies, in fact, if he calms down, he can judge the identity of this fish.

Also, bulls can guess the identity of these spiny snake mackerel based on several criteria. These old captains who have been running the sea for many years have no reason to guess.

The main reason why they made such a big mistake was that these fishermen blindly believed in the Harvest. They only saw the harvest cast its nets, but they didn't see that the fishing nets were not opened! Coupled with the fanatical idea of grabbing money, which occupies every corner of their minds, where can they calmly analyze after seeing the fish?

As a Canadian slang goes, "If God wants to destroy him, he must first make him mad!"

To add insult to injury, the disaster is not a one-way street. After a hard fight to catch a bunch of useless spiny mackerel, someone in the back trembled and told Sù Gregorio Antonio: "Captain, there are a few holes in our fishing nets......"

Qin Shiou called the spiny mackerel 'the perfect pit mermaid' not only because they have no value, but also because of their ferocious temperament, they are carnivorous fish, and sharks have a recipe for it.

Once caught, the spiny mackerel struggles frantically, and with their size and strength, it's normal for them to break open a few holes in their nets.

Hear reports from your men. Gregorio Antonio couldn't hold back this time, and slapped the side of the ship vigorously and scolded: "St. John's raised by the biao son!" Are you blind? This fish is also caught? Go meet your ghosts! ”

Gregorio Antonio was joined in the scolding that almost every captain was furious when he found out that he had worked so hard to catch a spiny mackerel.

The bull was on the radio and sipping beer and laughing. Occasionally, he would interject a few words, scolding them for having so many spiny mackerel and making them lose so much.

Other people will scold when they are interested, but most people's interest is still on eating crayfish and drinking beer.

Qin Shiou told them to have a good rest, and when night came, they would have to work.

The sea is a little better than the land. The temperature difference did not change much, and the ocean set. The sea water releases heat slowly, and although the sea breeze blows, the temperature is not unacceptably cold.

Winnie wore thick cotton clothes and water like the fishermen, but she couldn't intervene, and Qin Shiou didn't let her work, in fact, he didn't do it himself, and he was too lazy to go out of level......

Qin Shiou teased the tiger and the leopard, and the sea god consciousness was looking for a suitable place to put the shrimp trap, and the ice blade behind happily came to find him and rushed to the south with him.

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

The salmon are social fish, and they do not disperse except during mating, and although they are apparently driven away at noon, they find a group to reunite and form that school of fish again.

Seeing these silver salmon, Qin Shiou was overjoyed, he input some Poseidon energy into the skate blade as a reward, and with a wave of his hand, the Poseidon consciousness shrouded it, directly enveloping most of the salmon.

Send it away!

One Poseidon Consciousness controls the school of fish to return to the waters of his Daqin Fishing Ground, and the other Poseidon Consciousness runs separately, looking for schools of lobsters and fish from snowballs and ice blades.

After selecting the sea area, the harvest turned off the headlights and left only some small lights to illuminate the stern, and Qin Shiou instructed the fishermen to throw the shrimp traps into the sea.

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

The night is no better than the day, they don't dare to get too close, in case the two boats collide together, it will be a lot of fun, at that time, Qin Shiou may really bring someone up to beat them.

Looking at the fishermen working in the dark, Qin Shiou was depressed, how did this originally open-minded fishing become sneaky and stealing fish now?

What's even more depressing is that you can't trawl at night, it's hard to control it, and it's easy to damage the fishing net, which outweighs the loss.

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

As soon as the headlights on the Harvest were on, the other fishing boats would be able to see what they were doing.

Seeing that the fishermen on the Harvest were busy collecting shrimp pots, they hurriedly leaned up, and threw the shrimp fishing pots down in the selected water area, and it was good to drink soup with them.

Qin Shiou smiled, the shrimp group in this sea area is not big, he used the sea god consciousness to accurately position, the place where the shrimp fishing cage falls is the most concentrated place for lobsters, if you scatter and put down the shrimp fishing cage at will, you can't catch many lobsters. (To be continued)