Reborn in the Millennium: Building a Fortune from Fishing

Chapter 325

That morning, after Qin Dahe went to the town to deliver bait to his customers, he went home and started tying bags.

As the cotton in the fields bursts, it is time to pick our own cotton.

This is all money. Six acres of cotton will cost several thousand yuan.

The bag used to pick cotton is made from a snakeskin bag used to hold rice. The two sides are shortened towards the middle and tied around the belly to form a crescent-shaped pocket.

His legs are quite long, and the one his dad uses is uncomfortable, so he plans to tie a few longer ones.

When I was a kid, I was short and the clothes hanging on my waist would drag on the ground, which was really uncomfortable.

I was busy when my dad called.

"what happened?"

"Son, I got something good." Qin's father's excited voice came from the phone.

"What is that?" He went out with a metal detector early this morning. He was really playful.

But he could also understand it, because the old couple were trying to make money all year round.

The prices of cotton and fish and shrimp have only started to rise in recent years. Life has not been easy. The old man has been so arrogant for so long just to make some money by helping people watch the scene in the winter.

Qin Dahe is now able to set up his own household, so it's normal for his father to play with these things to relax.

"Two boxes, one is filled with bullets, at least a few hundred rounds." Qin's father said excitedly.

Copper bullets can still be sold for some money now. Some people specialize in collecting these old stocks. After all, guns have only been banned in rural areas for a few years, and many people still have some at home.

"There's another one." Qin Dahe's heart tightened. Damn, a bullet?

"This box contains old assault rifles. They're badly rusted, and the wooden handles are rotten. I guess they can only be sold as scrap metal." He glanced at them with pity. "Do you want them? If not, I'll throw them away in a junk collector."

"Why do you need this? It's causing trouble." He said speechlessly, "Hurry up and call the township office and have someone come and deal with it."

It's not much money at all, don't let anyone get you into trouble.

"The things were all wrapped in brown paper and buried in the sand so they didn't get wet." It would be a shame to hand them over. There's no place to buy copper bullets now.

"No, not for a few hundred dollars." This old guy is really reckless.

"Dad, please don't do anything stupid. Your grandson and granddaughter will be born soon."

"Okay." Father Qin thought about it and it was indeed true. Life was better now and there was no need to take risks.

So I called the township office in Fenghuangqiao.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Dahe sighed like an old child. These two boxes were enough to get him sentenced to prison.

After tying up the cotton bag, I saw that it was only half past nine, so I prepared to go to the field to start picking cotton.

"Dahe, pick the cotton carefully." I didn't know anything about Qin's father yet. Looking at my son's posture, I knew that he was going to pick cotton in the field.

"I know. I picked it when I was a child." He waved his hand, put on his straw hat and went out.

I have been picking and peeling cotton since I was a child, so there is nothing I don’t know how to do it.

Today I started working from the side of my house. When I got to the field, it was all white, as if it was snowing.

Put the big snakeskin bag at the edge of the field, tie the small bag and set off.

Now the cotton is bursting, and there is very little dead cotton. For the first time, just gather your five fingers together and pull out the cotton.

It cannot have beards and must be twisted clean. This quality is the best, and after drying it can even reach the level of first-class cotton.

However, farmers seldom dry their cotton very dry, as this would cause a significant weight loss, and the small price difference for first-grade cotton is not worth it.

This kind of good quality cotton can be sold for more money by mixing it with some inferior cotton and selling it as second-grade cotton.

The snow-white cotton is extremely soft when twisted, but the process is not very pleasant.

After the fruit bursts, it will turn over. The top of the shell is particularly sharp. Qin Dahe's fingernails started to become "meat-like" just after picking it for a while.

It makes me want to pull it out, but it hurts and may even bleed.

The sun was strong and my stomach was pressed against the cotton bag, so my pants were soon soaked with sweat and it was very painful.

Because his family picked cotton late, he could only pick half a bag each time. When he came back, his stomach was full of cotton bags.

I poured it into a large snakeskin bag, didn't even have time to smoke, just drank a sip of water and continued on my way.

It was already half past eleven when he had picked three bunches of grapes. It would take him two days to finish this whole field by himself.

When I got home, Qin's father had not come back yet.

He took a breath, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, then made another call.

"I've already handed it in. They're settling the bill with me. They said they'll give me 40 yuan in compensation." Now if you hand in your gun and bullets and don't take them home, you'll have to pay.

Because nominally they are keeping it for you, and you can go to the police station to apply for it when you want to use it. But no matter how much you say, you can't get the gun back.

So many people just say they don’t want it and ask the police station to pay some money to settle the matter. I don’t know if it’s the same in other places, but it’s indeed the case locally.

Unfortunately, these guns are too bad. I only paid for the bullets, otherwise they would definitely cost hundreds of dollars.

"Go home for dinner. Hurry up, we're picking cotton this afternoon."

"I see. You talk too much." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

This made him so angry that he told his mother what his father did that morning.

"Old man, instead of working in the fields, you're just doing this every day." Qin's mother scolded him angrily, "My son used to go to the fields as soon as he got home, but he's getting worse as time goes by."

Originally, Qin's mother wanted him to brag for another afternoon. He had indeed worked hard in the past few years. But today, he wanted to bring back bullets to sell? How much money must the family be short of to do such a thing?

I suddenly became angry.

When it was time for dinner, the old man finally arrived on his scooter.

Qin's mother asked the young couple to go into the house first, and then started scolding them.

"Old man, you've had enough of the good life, haven't you? You go pick the cotton by yourself this afternoon. I'll let you pick it all this year."

"Lan'er, we still have to harvest cotton." Qin's father said with an apologetic smile.

I felt secretly bitter in my heart, the good days were over, Ce.

"Don't worry about it. Dahe can't harvest all the cotton by himself." A bag of cotton only weighs a few dozen kilograms. It's easy to harvest one or two thousand kilograms with some effort.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Life was getting better now, but she was so complacent that she became like this. Who knows what might happen in the future.

"Okay, okay, I'll pick it."

"Go away and eat your swollen neck."

The little girl in the room was still giggling and pinched Qin Dahe's waist.

"My mother is so awesome." She didn't have that temper, and her mother was also very strong.

"You can't learn from me. I work very hard." He said with a pained look.

I am a thousand good people, but he feels uncomfortable when his wife treats him like this.

"Hmph, let's see how you perform." The girl raised her chin proudly.

The two of them went out only after hearing someone calling them to eat.

At the dinner table, Qin's mother indeed talked about picking cotton.

"Don't worry, we've just started harvesting cotton, and they only have a few hundred kilograms at most. Let's wait a few more days."

He couldn't bear to see his dad picking cotton alone, so the two of them could still talk.

"Then go fishing." She looked up at Yanyan. "Get me at least thirty wild crucian carp before winter."

"Ah, so many?"

"Two big crucian carps make a bowl of soup. Yan'er is pregnant with two babies. Thirty big crucian carp are only enough for half a month."

Wild big crucian carp is considered a very nutritious fish and can also promote lactation.

Especially the low fat content, which is just right for Yanyan to eat.

But this thing is in short supply, and you have to rely on luck if you want to buy it. Most of the ones in the vegetable market come from fish ponds.

"I'll keep it for now. We have so many fishing customers."

He was not sure if he could catch thirty fish by himself. Small crucian carp were easy to catch, but the feeding habits of big crucian carp changed greatly, so if he wanted to catch a lot of them, he could only rely on luck.

It takes at least a year for wild crucian carp weighing more than 300 grams to grow, and there are not many in the outer rivers this year.

There are some in those breeding ponds, such as in San Ye’s big lake. He has never put crucian carp fry in it, but there must be a lot of wild crucian carp.

Unfortunately, the water quality management is so poor that Qin Dahe himself doesn't want to eat it.

The earthy smell is too strong. It remains like this even after a week of breeding. It is not as high quality as the ones from Yuxi River.

After lunch, the father and son went to work in the fields.

Qin Dahe specially brought a pack of black pine in his pocket, because his father's Red Nanjing was confiscated again and replaced with Sheng Tang.

He was used to it, sometimes he would do stupid things to make his wife angry.

On the way, Qin Dahe called Gangzi and the others and asked them when they would be ready to catch crucian carp.

As a result, everyone said that they only fish for silver carp and bighead carp now, and will wait until winter to catch big crucian carp.

He has to find a solution himself, as his child was born in winter.

Uncle Chen was planning to go fishing for crucian carp. His home was behind the reservoir, and his wife was unhappy with his frequent fishing for silver carp and bighead carp.

After all, there are a lot of equipment for fishing silver carp and bighead carp, and it is not cost-effective not to fish for a day.

Fishing for crucian carp is much easier. You just need a stool and a bucket and sit on the shore to fish.

"Then if you catch any, leave me thirty big crucian carp. I'll come to your house and get them."

"Don't even think about it. I might not even be able to catch thirty fish in the entire winter. I can't even bear to eat them myself. My eldest grandson is in elementary school in the county, and I have to take him there."

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After hanging up the phone, he took out a cigarette, gave one to his dad, and lit one for himself.

"What's wrong?" He took the black pine from his son and lit it happily.

Black pine is strong but not throat-irritating, and is considered the ceiling of preference for veteran smokers. Cigarettes with higher prices are not very easy to smoke either.

"I can't catch any crucian carp. I'm going fishing in a few days."

"Strategy." The old man was speechless.

I thought my son was filial, so I accompanied him to pick cotton, but it turned out that he was unreliable.

After finishing their cigarettes, the father and son tied up the bags and started picking cotton.

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(End of this chapter)