1983Fishing and Farming between Mountains and Seas

Chapter 335: One Month of Getting Along

Along the way, it seemed that Deng Zhaocai didn't even take a good look at the girl.

Until this moment, after settling the girl and the old lady in the cabin, Deng Zhaocai took a short break. Just then, the girl stretched out her hand to smooth her messy hair, revealing her cheek.

Deng Zhaocai's breath stopped there, and his eyes fell on the girl's face, unable to move away for a moment.

Liang Ziqiang saw the situation and saw that Deng Zhaocai jumped into the water to save people. It was obvious that he had never thought that the person he saved would be such a beautiful girl.

People say that a lotus is as beautiful as water lilies, but who has ever seen a lotus covered in dirty water and still as beautiful as a lotus?

"Um...you, um, I..." Deng Zhaocai, who usually loves to talk nonsense, stuttered at this moment, as clumsy as a baby learning to speak.

"Thank you!"

The girl, who was about eighteen or nineteen years old, finally stopped shaking so violently. Her brows relaxed a little and she expressed her gratitude to Deng Zhaocai.

"Young man, thanks to you for jumping into the water and saving my Xiaolei's life!" The old woman, who was probably in her sixties or seventies, also thanked Deng Zhaocai.

"No thanks, no thanks. This is my duty..." Deng Zhaocai became even more nervous when faced with the thanks. He rubbed his hands and spoke incoherently.

What responsibilities do you have as a fisherman? You act like you have joined Gong Jin's team.

Liang Ziqiang saw that he couldn't say a complete sentence today, so he quickly helped him to speak:
"My brother is always a warm-hearted person, it's okay. By the way, besides you two, is there anyone else in your family who needs to be rescued?"

"It's just the two of us, there's no one else at home." The old woman shook her head and replied.

"Okay then, I...I'll go save other people!" Deng Zhaocai finally finished his sentence. His big face with thick eyebrows turned a little red. He turned around, got off the boat, and continued to walk towards the rubber boat.

"Then be careful!"

The girl named Xiaolei had a dazed expression on her face and no one knew what she was thinking. When she heard what Deng Zhaocai said, she quickly stretched her neck to look and shouted.

Once on the rubber boat, Deng Zhaocai continued to go to the village to rescue people with Gong Jin. His back became fat and elegant again.

At the same time, several other rubber boats were shuttling around in the village, constantly rescuing villagers and sending them to Liang Ziqiang's ship.

Gradually, his cabin was full, and some of the newly rescued villagers sat on the deck. Liang Ziqiang and Lu Song were there to accommodate them throughout the journey.

In the afternoon, the rubber boat searched the entire village again and found that all the roofs that could be saved had been saved.

After discussing with several other people present, Mayor Meng decided to temporarily relocate the villagers on the big ship to Changwang Village.

The primary school in Changwang Village is not too small, and it is summer vacation now, so the classrooms and playgrounds are all empty, making it a perfect place to be used as a temporary accommodation.

Deng Zhaocai returned to the ship. Zhong Yongrui stopped hanging around Mayor Meng and took on a new mission, returning to Liang Ziqiang's ship.

The 30-meter-long ship of the Qingwei Group is still carrying sandbags and stones to help repair the seawall.

Seeing that Liang Ziqiang's ship was about to return to the village, the large ship of the Qingwei Group handed over a lot of supplies. These were temporary food and daily necessities for the villagers to eat and use in the next few days. They were obviously donated free of charge.

After receiving all the supplies, Liang Ziqiang started the ship. With Lu Song still looking out at the bow, they sailed back to Changwang Village on the waves that had not yet completely disappeared.

After the boat docked at the big pier, the villagers of Xianggu Village got off the boat one by one. Some of the young and middle-aged male villagers assisted Liang Ziqiang and his team in carrying food and daily supplies from the boat.

Xiaolei and the old lady were also in the crowd and took what they could.

Led by Zhong Yongrui, the crowd walked towards the primary school in Changwang Village.

When they arrived at the elementary school, Zhong Yongrui and the townspeople were still arranging the next steps. Liang Ziqiang felt there was no need to stay here, so he went back to the dock, packed up his boat, and went home.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the house, I saw my wife holding little Jingcheng and looking out the door from time to time.

It seemed as if it was trying to see when the wind would stop, and it also seemed as if it was trying to see when he would return from the strong wind.

The last wind blew up the black hair on her cheek, and it fluttered above the eyes of Liang Jingcheng in his arms. Little Jingcheng stretched out his hands and tried to catch those strands of his mother's long hair.

But the long hair was swaying in the wind and he couldn't catch it. Little Jingcheng stared blankly, looking anxious.

"Are you back? You forgot to wear long-sleeved clothes when you went out. Are you cold in the wind?" Seeing him coming back like nothing happened on the path, she looked happy, but all she said was "Are you cold?"

"In this season, no matter how strong the wind is, it won't be cold!" Liang Ziqiang smiled back, lowered his head to look at Liang Jingcheng in her arms, "Don't you agree? What are you doing?"

Little Jingcheng continued to persistently track the strands of his mother's hair in the air and had no time to pay attention to him.

After a while, Liang's mother also came over. Her focus was completely different from Chen Xiangbei's. She started by asking Liang Ziqiang about the situation in Xianggu Village, whether many houses had collapsed, and whether the missing people had been found.

"You care so much about me. I should have let you drive the boat earlier!"

Liang's father taunted her, and the incident successfully turned into a quarrel between the old couple, and Liang Ziqiang was easily freed.

In the next two days after the typhoon, the sea was still rough, and Liang Ziqiang had no idea what the situation was like in the deep sea.

Normally, if there are wind and waves on the coastal sea surface, the wind and waves in the deep sea will only multiply, like an amplifier.

To be on the safe side, he naturally couldn't go deep sea. If the waves were really big, he would waste a lot of gas money and take unnecessary risks.

The days of waiting are also a good time to recuperate. I rest during the day and sharpen my sword at night.

The enthusiasm has been pent up for more than four months. Even though it was released like a typhoon that night, how could it be enough?
It was inevitable that he would be frequently beaten up by the brat, but after several setbacks, Liang Ziqiang had gotten used to taking advantage of the gaps between his cries...

Of course, he was not idle during the day. The typhoon had passed, and it was time to put up the plastic awning above the shrimp pond again, which took him most of the day.

When setting up the tent, he checked and found that the shrimp pond was not affected by the typhoon. This was because the embankment of his village was relatively stable, and the shrimp pond he chose was located at a high position, so it was not easy to be flooded and washed away by the flood.

From now on, the shrimp fry's food can be diversified, and peanut bran can also come in handy.

At the current stage, the main food is still Artemia, with a small amount of peanut bran. Later on, the amount of peanut bran can be appropriately increased.

In addition, the blue clams, thin shells, and sea centipedes that he had brought into the shrimp pond had also grown and multiplied for a period of time, providing natural food for the shrimp. Of course, the most effective and healthy one was the Artemia.

When he was walking back and forth between the shrimp ponds, he discovered in the village that Deng Zhaocai had not been idle for the past few days.

While he was busy taking care of the shrimp pond, Deng Zhaocai was busy going to the village primary school from time to time.

Everyone in the village, young and old, said that the fat boy Acai had changed. He had become kinder and more considerate. He took care of the disaster-stricken villagers in Xianggu Village in every possible way. Zhong Yongrui looked pale in comparison to him.

The villagers attributed this to the fact that Ah Cai had been following Liang Ziqiang for a long time and had been led onto the right path and become a good person.

Although Liang Ziqiang himself did not go to the village primary school to offer warmth even once in the past few days, he accepted it with a clear conscience when everyone said so.

During these days, including August 8 which is the 11th day of the seventh lunar month, also known as the Ghost Festival, Liang Ziqiang and his father burned street clothes and offered sacrifices to their ancestors.

Thinking back to last year's Zhongyuan Festival, I was still trapped on the nameless island with Lin Baixian. After being reborn, if we count according to the lunar calendar, more than a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

A lot has happened in this year, and my family has probably undergone the biggest change in the entire village...

Starting from August 8, as the weather improved and the sea conditions stabilized, Liang Ziqiang started to go out to sea with Zhu Tianpeng, Deng Zhaocai and the other two.

After that, basically every trip out to sea would last for four or five days in the deep sea. When I got tired, I would come back and rest for a few days before going to the deep sea again.

The villagers of Xianggu Village spent the entire month of August in the primary school of Pomwang Village. During this period, whenever they had a break, Deng Zhaocai would naturally run to the primary school as always to take care of "all the disaster victims"...

It was not until September, when primary school was about to start and other arrangements were made in Xianggu Village, that the victims moved back to Xianggu Village.

From then on, during his rest days, Deng Zhaocai no longer had the opportunity to help the people and show his boundless love. He felt visibly sad and lost when he was free.

Liang Zifeng also boarded the green train heading north in early September. Liang Ziqiang specially sent him to the capital and gave him some pocket money when they parted.

After all, Liang Ziqiang earned about 8 to yuan each time from the two trips he made in the second half of August, which means he earned to yuan from the two trips.

After deducting the costs, the net income was about two thousand three or four hundred.

Now, even if he doesn't get lucky, he can save money faster than when he was sailing on a wooden boat...

(End of this chapter)