Beachcombing: The beach is full of amazing seafood, but my wife won't let me get out of bed!

The tide rises and falls twice a day.

Each time it retreats to the lowest point, there is a 12-hour interval between the second and third lowest points.

As for the specific time, it depends on the date.

The tides typically cycle every fifteen days, so the tide points are different each day.

They set off early this morning and sailed for more than three hours at sea; it's only a little past 8 a.m. now.

The tide has receded now, so we need to hurry.

"Big brother, are you coming with me or with Brother Lei?"

Chen Yang had already latched onto Wu Sui, and Chen Yongqiang was on his side.

"I'll go with A-Lei and Zhu-Zi. We'll meet up here again later."

The group split into two groups and wandered along the beach.

After taking a few steps, Chen Yang frowned. "Brother-in-law, it seems there's nothing of value here."

Wu Sui turned on the system radar, but he really didn't see any bright spots.

The beach was bare, except for a few broken seashells washed ashore by the sea, and there wasn't even a crab in sight.

"Brother Sui, isn't this island a bit too clean?" Chen Yongqiang was also somewhat discouraged.

The villagers all say that Wu Sui is lucky; he can find valuable goods even when he goes to the island to go beachcombing.

But now... it's completely empty.

"We've walked several hundred meters and only found two starfish. And you can't eat those."

"Yes, brother-in-law, the typhoon just passed, there should be plenty of good stuff on the beach, how come we can't even find a single seashell?"

Wu Sui stopped and lit a cigarette.

"What's the rush? You have to be patient when you're going beachcombing."

"This beach is too flat to hide anything. Once we get to the rocky area over there, there will be more goods."

He took a drag of his cigarette, looked up, and felt a little uncertain.

The three walked a little further and came to a small, protruding rocky beach.

In mid-air, a dark flock of seagulls circled, chirping incessantly.

Every now and then, a seagull would suddenly dive down, and when it took flight again, it would be carrying something in its beak.

Wu Sui's eyes lit up: "There's stock over there!"

Chen Yongqiang had also gone to sea with his father, and following Wu Sui's finger, he immediately perked up.

"Holy crap, so many birds, there must be something good here. Let's get out of here!"

He grabbed the bucket and ran off in that direction.

Chen Yang immediately became excited and followed after him.

Wu Sui stubbed out his cigarette and quickly followed.

When the three of them ran to the vicinity of the rocky beach, they were immediately stunned by the scene before them.

The shallow pools, beaches, and crevices of rocks after the tide recedes are teeming with tiny octopuses.

These octopuses aren't very big, but they have exceptionally long legs, and right now they're waving their tentacles and crawling all over the beach.

The seagulls circling overhead had long been impatient and were not afraid of people at all. They swooped down, snatched an octopus in their mouths, and flew back into the sky.

"My goodness, so many octopuses!" Chen Yang exclaimed repeatedly, his eyes wide.

Wu Sui saw what was on the ground and was overjoyed.

"This isn't an ordinary octopus; it's a long-legged octopus."

"They're selling for at least 50 or 60 yuan a pound in the market now, it's pure cash, hurry and pick them up!"

Upon hearing the price, Chen Yang and Chen Yongqiang's eyes turned red.

"Holy crap, this isn't an octopus, it's a floor covered in banknotes!"

Chen Yang let out a strange cry, threw down the fire tongs, and reached down to grab them.

Chen Yongqiang disregarded his usual honest demeanor, bent over, and used both hands to grab them accurately with each grab.

The long-legged tigress has extremely strong vitality. It feels slippery in your hand, and the suction cups on its tentacles will stick to your fingers.

Both are tide watchers, but those with legs six or seven times their own length are actually not the same as the short-legged ones.

The creature they caught is scientifically known as the long-necked octopus, a species endemic to my country.

It is currently known to be distributed only in Fujian Province and the South China Sea islands, making it a relatively rare species.

"Hey, you damn bird, put down my octopus."

Chen Yang jumped up and down, yelling at a seagull in mid-air.

The seagull had just snatched a large gecko from his feet and circled above his head, making a mocking cry.

"Brother-in-law, these birds are too arrogant, they're practically robbing us outright."

Wu Sui said as she quickly picked things up into the bucket.

"Never mind them, collect as many as you can. These things run fast, they'll all shrink back into the sea soon."

The three quickened their pace and frantically swept across the beach.

The seagulls were clearly unhappy about someone stealing their food, and their cries grew increasingly harsh.

Several bold seagulls swooped down and flew right past Chen Yang's head.

With a soft "thud," Chen Yang felt a chill on his head.

I reached out and touched it; it was a pile of bird droppings.

"These beasts, they actually took a dump."

Chen Yongqiang turned his head and glanced at it, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Chen Yang, you're lucky."

Wu Sui laughed: "Alright, don't complain. This is called a windfall, it means you're lucky today."

With a bitter face, Chen Yang ran to a nearby puddle and hastily washed his face while muttering curses.

"When I get back to get my slingshot, I'm going to shoot you bunch of hairy beasts down and roast you alive!"

Amidst laughter and playfulness, the three of them filled their buckets more than halfway with water.

"Brother-in-law, won't this thing crush us?"

"Actually, octopuses are more resilient than crabs, but they still can't stay out of water for long periods of time."

"Pour it into a snakeskin bag, find a puddle to keep it in, and then take it on the boat when we leave."

More and more birds are circling in the sky, as if they are angry that humans dare to steal their food.

Some seabirds, emboldened by their own actions, actually flew into the bucket that Wu Sui had placed to the side and began to peck at the food.

Wu Sui, who had just been so magnanimous, immediately lost his temper.

"Get out of my way. Don't think that just because you're a protected species I won't dare touch you."

Seagulls were only listed as protected animals in 2000.

But on this deserted island, with only a few of them, if Wu Sui really killed one, who would say anything?

In fact, fishermen don't have a very good impression of seagulls, or rather, it's more accurate to say they have a love-hate relationship with them.

Seagulls have very sharp eyes and can spot schools of fish swimming on the surface of the sea from high in the air.

When a large number of seagulls circle low and swoop down over a certain sea area, it's almost like they're shouting at the fishermen.

"There are fish here!"

Following seagulls to find fish is an experience that fishermen have had since ancient times.

Moreover, seagulls are very sensitive to changes in weather.

If seagulls fly in flocks toward the shore, or fly low over the sea.

This often foreshadows worsening weather, prompting fishermen to return to port early to avoid the storm.

But if we're talking about hatred, then it's genuine hatred.

This thing is greedy and not afraid of people.

Sometimes when sorting fish and shrimp on the ship, seagulls would swoop down like robbers and snatch them from the deck.

Seagulls sometimes swoop down into fishing nets or get caught in trawling nets.

Dealing with these seagulls tangled in the nets is very troublesome, not only delaying the operation time but also potentially damaging the fishing nets.

More importantly, at sea, if they deliberately collide with a ship's hull, it is considered an ominous sign.

Therefore, fishermen don't actually have much affection for seagulls.