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

How could I not share such a good thing with others?

Wu Gang couldn't hold back any longer, so he grabbed the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button.

"Ah Sui, Ah Sui, can you hear me?"

A hissing sound came from the walkie-talkie.

Wu Sui had just finished hauling in a set of longline fishing, and was so tired he could barely lift his arms, when he heard Wu Gang's voice.

"Brother, what's wrong? Is the machine broken?"

"Pah, pah, pah, it's not bad. Can't you say something nice? There are just too many fish."

Wu Gang's voice was filled with barely suppressed elation.

"They're all damn mackerel, one hook after another, not a single hook is empty, the deck is almost overflowing."

Wu Sui listened to the shouting on the walkie-talkie and a smile appeared on his lips.

"We're lucky; we've run into a school of migrating mackerel."

"Brother, don't worry about that anymore. Once the water tank is full, send it to the cold storage. Hurry up and finish up!"

"Okay!"

The people on both ships went completely mad.

Backaches, arm cramps—all of that was thrown to the winds.

Everyone turned into a ruthless fish-collecting machine.

Pull the line, net the fish, unhook it, and put it in the hold.

The movements are mechanical yet full of power.

Wang Dazhu's fingers were bled from the fishing line as he unhooked the hook, but he didn't even flinch.

Chen Yongqiang swung his aching arms, muttering to himself, "I'm rich, I'm rich..."

The fish-collecting frenzy lasted for nearly two hours.

Wu Sui's live water tank was almost full, and the deck was piled with mackerel.

Just as Wu Sui reached out to pull down the hook, the sensation in his hand suddenly changed.

It doesn't struggle or dart around like a mackerel.

It was a dull, downward feeling, utterly heavy.

With experience in longline fishing, Wu Sui has become able to identify the type of fish underwater by feel.

Groupers, for example, don't exert any force at the beginning, but suddenly exert force in the middle.

But the weight of this fish is strange; it's different from any fish I've caught before.

He spread his legs apart and suddenly exerted force with his waist.

"rise!"

The fishhook was pulled out of the water.

With a muffled "whoosh," an ugly-looking fish was pulled into the air.

This fish has a flat head, an unusually large mouth, and an overall earthy brown color with irregular markings, making it look exactly like a piece of rotten rock from the seabed.

Wang Dazhu is usually a very honest worker, and he is currently in a state of extreme excitement.

As soon as a fish came up, without even looking closely at what kind it was, he habitually took a step forward and reached out to grab the strange fish by the back, preparing to unhook it.

"Don't move..."

Wu Sui caught a glimpse of Wang Dazhu's movements out of the corner of his eye, and his scalp tingled, cold sweat breaking out on his brow.

He dropped the string in his hand, rushed forward, grabbed Wang Dazhu by the back of his collar, and pulled him backward.

Wang Dazhu was pulled so hard that he stumbled and fell onto the deck with a thud.

"Brother Sui, what's wrong?" He looked at Wu Sui with a blank expression.

Wu Sui pointed at the strange fish on the deck, his tone more stern than ever before.

"Are you out of your mind? Look closely what kind of fish that is!"

Wang Dazhu and Wu Lei took two steps closer and carefully examined the object by the light of the searchlight.

Several sharp, hard spines stood out prominently on the back of that brownish-brown strange fish.

"It's a bulltail fish." Wu Lei's voice trembled. "The hard spines on its dorsal fin are highly poisonous!"

Upon hearing the words "highly poisonous," Wang Dazhu shuddered and instinctively pulled his feet back.

"Is it really poisonous?"

"Nonsense!" Wu Sui glared at him.

"If you had grabbed me with that hand just now, even a scratch would have made you writhe in pain on the deck!"

"If it gets serious, it can lead to respiratory failure, and you could even lose your life."

Wang Dazhu also grew up by the sea. Although he had never seen this kind of fish before, he had heard from the older generation that there were some fish with thorns in the sea that should not be touched.

Looking back now, I break out in a cold sweat and pat my chest repeatedly, still shaken.

"My goodness, I almost lost my life here! Brother Sui, thank goodness you were quick."

Wu Sui turned around, picked up a pair of pliers, carefully clamped the mouth of the bulltail fish, and used a hook remover to pull out the hook with his other hand.

"Bring a clean, empty bucket and fill it halfway with seawater."

Wang Dazhu quickly ran to fetch a bucket of water.

Wu Sui carried the bulltail fish and placed it separately in the bucket.

"Brother Sui, since this fish is poisonous, why keep it? Just throw it back into the sea." Wang Dazhu looked at the bucket with lingering fear.

Wu Sui shook the water off his hands and shook his head with a smile.

"It's such a waste to throw it away, it's a good thing."

"Is it poisonous or good?" Chen Yongqiang wondered.

"Its only spines on its dorsal fin are poisonous; its meat is of the highest quality."

Wu Sui pointed to the bulltail fish in the bucket and began to explain to him.

"These bulltail fish are amazing; when they were young, they were all females."

"Once they grow to over 50 centimeters, they will become male fish."

Wang Dazhu was stunned: "Is that so? This fish can change sex?"

"There are many strange things in the sea," Wu Sui said with a smile.

"Most importantly, this fish tastes great."

"Truly high in protein and low in fat, with firm meat and absolutely no fishy smell."

"Moreover, from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, the bulltail fish is a good medicine."

"It can promote diuresis and reduce swelling, soften and dissipate nodules, clear heat and detoxify, and also relieve asthma and cough."

"It is used to treat edema, ascites due to cirrhosis, rheumatoid arthritis, and slow-healing wounds."

Wu Sui watched as he listened with wide eyes, then smiled and patted Wang Dazhu on the shoulder.

"We fishermen spend every day at sea exposed to the wind and seawater, and nine out of ten of us will get rheumatism when we get old."

"Eating this fish regularly can greatly reduce the chances of getting rheumatism. For us, it's like a tonic from the sea."

"This fish must weigh at least three or four pounds; it's definitely a seasoned, cunning fish that's undergone sex reassignment surgery."

"Keep it separately, I'll make a soup for everyone to nourish them."

Upon hearing that it could be eaten and also prevent rheumatism, Wang Dazhu's eyes lit up.

Looking at the bulltail fish in the bucket, I no longer think it's ugly.

"Alright, get back to work. I'll hand it over to you when we get back."

Wu Sui turned around and focused on the main storyline again.

The revelry beneath the sea continues.

The main line was taut and even trembling slightly, while the buoy hundreds of meters ahead was bobbing wildly on the water.

With a strong pull, another large, fat mackerel burst out of the water.

Wang Dazhu quickly grabbed the net and moved closer, his movements even more swift than before.

"Brother Sui, at this rate, we're afraid our two small boats won't be able to hold it all!"

As Chen Yongqiang unhooked the fish, he looked at the mackerel that was almost overflowing the live water tank, his tone a mixture of excitement and worry.

Wu Sui glanced up at the deck.

There really isn't much space left.

Looking further into the distance, the waterline of Wu Gang's boat had already sunk quite deep.

The fish mountain on the deck could be seen clearly from a great distance.