I rely on fishing to achieve freedom in life

Chapter 6: Staying and fishing

Bailang didn't know that he would become a celebrity in the town in a short time.

After selling the grouper, he drove the boat back to the small pier in Dalang Village. After parking the boat, he hurried towards his home.

Pushing open the door of an old house that has been vacant for many years, weeds grow everywhere in the yard. In the corner is a tall old tree, whose shade covers half of the nearly [-]-square-meter yard.

In another corner of the yard, there is a pomegranate tree with flaming red flowers. Under the tree is a huge bluestone fish tank, and there is a well next to it. The fence of the yard is made of stone, half a person high, with a There is a grape plant that is growing well.

"I'm finally home." Bailang murmured to himself.

I returned to the village early in the morning and was anxious to know if the system could be activated. I went directly to the small pier without going home, and drove the boat out to sea. After that, I successfully activated the system, caught fish, and rushed to sell the fish. After a lot of trouble, until Now I am back to my familiar home.

He didn't have much luggage when he came back this time, so he simply carried a bag with a few clothes and some food in it.

After returning home, Bailang put down his things and briefly cleaned the house. After drinking some water, he decided to go out for a walk.

Dalang Village is not big, with only dozens of houses, and you can visit them all in half an hour.

Bailang walked in the village and found that nothing seemed to have changed. If I had to say it, it was much more dilapidated than he remembered.

Many villagers opened their doors, but only the elderly and children could be seen, and few young adults could be seen along the way.

"Another left-behind village."

Bailang shook his head. People in the village, regardless of men or women, basically choose to go out to work or find other ways to make a living when they reach their age.

This phenomenon is not only true in their village, but also in many other places.

After wandering around the village for a while, he came back to the small pier. Looking around, he saw that the sea was still the sea in his memory, with no wind and three feet of waves. However, after he was a child, the densely packed small and large fishing boats beside the small pier in his memory disappeared.

Except for the one he had driven out to sea not long ago, there were only two or three boats left floating in tatters. It was obvious at a glance that they did not go to sea often, and they looked like old people in their waning years.

“I didn’t expect that the village that once relied on the sea to make a living would now hardly see even a few fishermen.”

Bailang sighed. People in the village had made a living by fishing for their ancestors, and it had only been ten years since they went out to work.

There are many reasons for this. One is that fishing at sea is very risky, and people drown accidentally every year. The other, more important, is that in the past 30 to [-] years, due to overfishing and environmental problems, there have been fewer and fewer fish and shrimps in the sea. .

The fishermen are so busy working all day long that it is difficult for them to support their families, so they might as well go out to work.

Although working is hard, it is safe. At least you don’t have to worry about the storms at sea, and the harvest is guaranteed due to droughts and floods. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can get anywhere from 5000 to [-] yuan. Anyone with a sound mind knows how to choose.

In addition to these two reasons, few people in Dalang Village go fishing now, mainly because of a storm seven or eight years ago.

In Dalang Village, including more than a dozen surrounding villages, many fishermen died in the storm, including Bailang's parents. Since then, everyone has been afraid, and fewer and fewer people have gone to sea to fish.

Bailang stayed at the small pier for a while, then turned and walked towards the village.

After turning a few corners in the village and crossing two alleys, he opened the door of the old village chief's yard and saw the old village chief Wang Shouzhong sitting on a low stool smoking a dry cigarette.

"village head!"

Bailang walked over to say hello, then pulled up a stool and sat in front of the old village chief. "Who are you?"

The village chief was a bit presbyopic, and it was getting late, so he couldn't recognize Bailang for a while.

"It's me, prodigal! When I was admitted to college, you even gave me 1 yuan in tuition fees!"

Hearing Bai Lang's words, the old village chief was stunned for a moment, and then looked at him carefully.

He was the first college student in the village to go out. After graduation, he worked in the city. He had no one in his family and had only one child. He thought he would never come back in this life.

"Are you really a prodigal? When did you come back, and when do you plan to leave?" The old village chief said with emotion and surprise.

"I'm not leaving. When I come back this time, I don't plan to leave again." Bai Lang smiled and shook his head.

"Aren't you leaving? Aren't you making a fool of yourself!"

The village chief reprimanded loudly. Nowadays, people are trying their best to get out. Fortunately for him, as the first college student in the village to graduate, he has returned to his hometown and is not planning to leave.

"Yes, village chief. I have decided to stay in the village and fish from now on. I have thought about this clearly and decided." He said frankly.

"Prodigal son, don't forget what happened at sea back then. Eating on the sea is not as simple as you think. You are a person who has read books and seen the world. You don't know this."

Thinking of the past, Wang Shouzhong had a little tear in his eyes.

Because of the accident that year, many people died in the village. Now few people are willing to go fishing. As a person who has been fishing all his life, seeing the decline of the fishing village makes me feel very sad.

Can a village without fishing still be called a fishing village?

“Village Chief, don’t worry, I’ve thought about these things clearly. Our village has been fishing for generations, so there’s no reason why there won’t be a single fisherman in the future, right?
Several nearby villages secretly laughed at the people in our village for being cowards and not daring to go to sea after a few people died. But I was well prepared to slap them in the face hard.

I came to you today because I want to buy a boat. People who go out to fish cannot do without a boat. I just drove a boat in the village and I think it is good. It seems to belong to the third grandfather's family. I don't know if he is interested. Sell? "

Bailang knew that the village chief was doing this for his own good. If there was no system, he would not choose to return to the fishing village.

But it's different now. The sea is now a huge treasure house for him. There is nothing to hesitate. He came to the village chief today just to buy a boat.

"Well, you just have to think about it. You can use any of the fishing boats at the small pier in the village, whether they belong to Laosan's family or others. They have been basking in the sun there for the past few years. Now almost no one uses these boats. ”

The village chief took several puffs of his pipe, nodded silently, and did not try to persuade him again.

"I want to buy it outright."

Bailang directly expressed his thoughts. The second-hand boat was very suitable for him. He would use it first and then buy a better one after making enough money.

In the afternoon, he sold a fish for 15 yuan, which seemed like a lot, but if he wanted to buy a better new fishing boat, it wasn't enough.

Generally, larger fishing boats cost tens to millions, not to mention those large offshore fishing boats. That is simply an astronomical number.

(End of this chapter)