Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

Yang Jun's eyes instantly turned red from the spiciness, and he made continuous hissing sounds.

"Water, water, Yang Ge, give me a soda."

He waved his hand and kept begging.

Yang Bai shook his head, "This is supposed to be the King of Spicy Food?"

Coastal provinces are the least able to handle spicy food, but Yang Jun stubbornly insists on it.

He bent down, picked up the soda, and handed it to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun took it and drank it down in one gulp, finishing half the bottle before he felt better.

"That was awesome, so exhilarating!"

He picked up the beef skewers and started eating again, one skewer at a time.

Liu Dade brought oysters from the warehouse up to grill.

The others ate while fishing for sea fish, and the fish they caught were immediately put on the grill after being cleaned.

Yang Bai sat in a chair, enjoying the sea breeze, eating barbecue skewers, and drinking soda, and began to enjoy himself.

Soon it was completely dark.

Yang Bai stood up and said, "Stop playing around, let's get to work!"

Yang Bai raised his hand and made a gesture.

"Turn on the lights! To lure the fish!"

The crew member pressed the switch. Eight high-powered incandescent lamps lit up, their white light shining into the sea.

The seawater was illuminated in large areas, and the surface of the sea within dozens of meters was bright and dazzling.

Mackerel are naturally attracted to light, and groups of them will gather from the surrounding ocean currents following the light.

At first, a group of fish scales shimmered around the light and shadow. After half an hour, the seabed under the lights was covered with a dark, dense layer of fish.

Underwater, barracudas dart and squeeze, causing the seawater to surge.

The sea surface shimmers with light and shadow, which fishermen call "fish clouds."

The wind at sea was light; only the ship's engines were vibrating, and there was the sound of fish churning the water underwater.

After watching for two hours, Yang Bai peered at the water's movement from the gunwale and, based on his experience, made a correct judgment.

The fish population is large and the fish layer is stable, preventing the current from escaping, making it a good fishing spot.

"Lower the net! Encircle them completely!"

The six crew members worked efficiently and skillfully.

A wooden boat was pulling the net head ahead.

The netting slid down the side of the boat into the sea, while the floats with plastic buoys floated on the surface, forming a large circle.

The bottom line, carrying lead stones, sinks to the bottom, catching fish in a layer 20 to 30 meters deep, locking the clustered schools of mackerel inside.

The net spread out in a large circle nearly eighty meters wide on the sea surface, enveloping the luminous cloud of fish in its center.

Yang Bai stopped the boat and went up to the deck to assess the situation.

The mackerel in the sea seemed to sense something was wrong and began to struggle violently.

Suddenly, a large mackerel appeared at the front, its body streamlined, and it burst forward with all its might, rushing towards the net at top speed.

The fish behind them narrowed into a long, thin cone, using the low-pressure water flow created by the lead fish to try to squeeze through the gaps.

Yang Bai recognized that this was a fish trying to lead the school of fish to break through the net. Such a school of fish faces the least resistance in the sea and can pass through the mesh immediately.

"Hurry up, pick up the stones we have in the boat and throw them in!"

Yang Jun immediately brought over a box filled with stones.

Yang Bai picked up a stone and threw it into the water, and the other crew members followed suit and threw stones as well.

The tentative school of fish was startled and retreated, and the entire brood of mackerel was trapped in the net again.

Yang Bai clapped his hands and breathed a sigh of relief. It would be fine if a few of them escaped, but if they ruined the net, he would have to replace it again.

Before long, it was time to set up the nets.

Yang Bai issued the order.

"Collect the outline! Power on!"

The ship's winch started, the pulley turned, the gears meshed with a clicking sound, and the deck shook.

The winch tightens the bottom spool, gradually closing and locking the bottom spool in place, trapping the mackerel in the center of the net.

It took more than ten minutes to gather the bottom of the net and lock it in place. The bottom of the net was locked, and the fishing sinker pressed down on the net and sank. The seawater was swirling and churning due to the fish.

The stern crane is started.

The rubber grooved wheels grip the netting, pulling the more than 200-meter-long net upwards. This equipment saves labor and replaces the arduous task of manually pulling the net in the past.

Four crew members stood on both sides of the ship's side, tidying up the nets that had been pulled onto the ship to prevent them from getting tangled and jamming the machine.

The netting emerged from the water, revealing the mackerel inside.

The net is full of fish.

The mackerel huddled together, their tails slapping the seawater, creating a series of crackling sounds.

The fish were thrashing about in the net.

More than forty minutes later, the net was successfully set up.

At this moment, Yang Jun and the other crew members picked up steel forks and began to clean the seaweed tangled in the net.

When it was almost time, Yang Jun threw the fork aside and spat twice with both hands.

He clapped his hands and pulled hard on the rope at the end of the net. This was his favorite feeling; it gave him a sense of accomplishment and joy.

The catch was poured out, and the mackerel piled up like a small mountain in the hold.

These are all plump, overwintered adult fish, uniform in size, and of top quality.

The crew members were covered in sweat, their backs soaked with moisture, but their faces were beaming with joy.

These days, catching a net full of mackerel weighing tens of thousands of kilograms is enough to make them happy.

It was pitch black at sea.

The fish-attracting lights were on, and the sea breeze carried the smell of the sea.

The machine stopped, leaving only the crackling sound of mackerel jumping all over the hold, and the crew's panting.

Yang Jun looked at the mackerel, lit a cigarette, and started smoking.

"Brother Yang, this pile of mackerel must weigh at least ten thousand catties, right?"

Yang Bai looked at the hold full of live fish, wiped the seawater and sweat from his face, and nodded.

"Almost, one net should be enough. Chen Dahai's side should be doing well too."

His gaze turned toward Chen Dahai; the two boats were not far apart, only about a nautical mile apart.

"Pick them out and calculate how many kilograms they weigh."

Yang Bai then walked to the railing and shouted down at the wooden boat below.

"Don't waste this opportunity, small boat. Catch a thousand or two catties and head back."

Zhao Li, who was assisting with the wooden boat, nodded and said, "Okay."

The wooden boat was small, and the mackerel in the sea had not yet dispersed, so the net was full of them as soon as it was cast.

Yang Bai then steered the boat over to Chen Dahai's side.

At this moment, their net was also pulled up, and the net was full of mackerel.

The weight is basically the same as that of Yang Bai.

"Not bad."

Yang Bai was quite satisfied. Fishing by following the light was not considered a technical skill in his previous life.

But in this era when we knew nothing, even operating an incandescent light bulb was a skill.

Chen Dahai smiled, waved, and called out.

"Yang Bai, are you done? Shall we go back?"

Yang Bai nodded. "Let's go back."

The two ships can only carry this much cargo. If they were larger, we wouldn't have been able to play on them this afternoon; we would have started salvaging them much earlier.

It will be midnight before we get back, and we'll need someone to stay and watch the boat.

The mackerel on the boat need to be docked again tomorrow morning.

Yang Bai was about to return to the cabin.

Liu Dade said, holding the paper with the record.

"Xiao Yang, this time there are a total of 10,300 jin. Zhao Li's wooden boat weighs 2,110 jin."

"Alright, today's task has been completed. Everyone, you can go back now."

Yang Bai looked at the crew on the ship and said.

Shortly afterward, the two steel ships docked.

Yang Bai disembarked and ran into Chen Dahai.

Looking at the deserted fishing port, Yang Bai asked, "Now that no one's collecting cargo, who's watching the boats?"

"I'll do it. You come tomorrow, and I'll come the day after. You only need to watch for one day. After all, we have to meet with the specialist in three days, so we can't lose our energy."

Chen Dahai patted him on the shoulder.

The crew members all knew that Yang Bai was going to meet with the commissioner.