1990, Reborn as a Beachcomber, From Rascal to Brilliant Guy

Before we knew it, it was already past 5 p.m.

Lin Shuisheng rowed his own small sampan back to Dongshan Aotou. Looking at the setting sun, he couldn't help but shake his head.

No wonder all the young people on Canglan Island rushed out after the millennium in their past lives!

Putting aside other things, just today, his round trip from the county to the city took four or five hours adrift on the sea, not counting the time it took him to transfer to a passenger ship from Qinglan Bay to the county.

Basically, you can get very few things done and a whole day is gone.

"Hey, Ah Shui, I heard you went to the city yesterday and sold a conch shell to a big boss from Hong Kong for over ten thousand dollars. Is that true?"

"Who told you all this?"

Lin Shuisheng jumped onto the stone dam, looked at the aunt from the neighboring village who was tidying up fishing nets not far away, and frowned slightly.

"Hey, you're still playing dumb with me! Everyone around here knows you've struck it rich. You took over a hundred thousand and had your older brothers go to the county to buy an 18-meter-long tractor, and even had them bring a diesel generator home!"

"Oh, I see!"

Upon hearing the aunt's words, Lin Shuisheng's face immediately showed a look of sudden realization.

In fact, he knew that the villagers would find out sooner or later that he had made over 100,000 yuan by selling a Melaleuca pearl in the city when he was telling his family about it.

He just didn't expect the news to spread so quickly.

It's likely that his older brothers ran into some villagers when they were buying the boat.

"By the way, Ah Shui, how did you know that conch shell bead could sell for so much money? A broken bead sold for over ten thousand dollars. Is that big boss from Hong Kong blind?"

The aunt stared at Lin Shuisheng with envy and jealousy, her tone extremely sour.

"I don't know about that. Actually, I just heard someone mention it before and thought I'd try it out. I didn't expect it to actually sell for so much money. I guess it's thanks to Mazu's blessing!"

Lin Shuisheng spread his hands, shrugged innocently, and then clasped his hands together in prayer towards the direction of the Tianhou Temple at the village entrance.

Hearing his words and seeing his appearance, the aunt was speechless for a moment.

If Lin Shuisheng's sudden windfall is truly due to Mazu's blessing, then what about her decades of worshipping Mazu and never having picked up a single penny?

Is she just unlucky?

"Um, Auntie, I have some things to take care of at home, so I'll have to stay and chat with you for now."

Seeing the old woman's face turn pale and then red, Lin Shuisheng felt a surge of joy, then quickly left after saying a few words.

Not long after, he returned to Liurong Village, stood at the door of Lin Yaodong's house (who was also the village party secretary, village head, and head of the Lin family's eldest branch), and called out to the house.

"Uncle Dong!"

"Who is it? Come in!"

"It's me, Ah Shui!"

Soon, Lin Yaodong strode out of the house, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Lin Shuisheng with a surprised expression.

"Didn't you make a fortune? What brings you here now?"

"Uncle Dong, you're joking. I'm nothing compared to you!"

Lin Shuisheng walked up to Lin Yaodong, bowed slightly, waved his hand, and wore a humble smile.

"Alright, stop pretending with me. Everyone in this area knows that you sold a conch shell in the city for over ten thousand yuan, which is equivalent to several decades of wages for others."

Lin Yaodong pursed his lips and glared at Lin Shuisheng with some annoyance.

"Haha! It's all luck, pure luck!"

Lin Shuisheng chuckled and brushed it off.

"Hey, tell me! What brings you here?"

Lin Yaodong shook his head, tapped Lin Shuisheng a few times with his hand, and his expression became serious.

"Uncle Dong, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."

Lin Shuisheng raised an eyebrow, a look of hesitation on his face.

"explain!"

Lin Yaodong's eyes narrowed, and he uttered a single word.

"Um, I dreamt about Mazu last night!"

Lin Shuisheng silently apologized to himself, then spoke in a deep voice:

"She told me that a once-in-a-century typhoon would hit our area in a few days."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yaodong's face darkened, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stared intently at Lin Shuisheng.

After a while, seeing that Lin Shuisheng had remained calm throughout, he reached out and patted Lin Shuisheng on the shoulder, then slowly said:

"Ah Shui, I'm glad you thought of coming over to talk to Uncle Dong about something."

But Uncle Dong didn't like the joke you just made with him.

Do you know what a typhoon that only happens once every few centuries means? And it's hitting us head-on!

Don't think that just because you've had some good luck and made a little money recently, you've forgotten who you are.

"If the villagers find out that you said these things to me, and then the typhoon didn't come, do you know how serious the consequences would be?"

At this point, he looked directly at Lin Shuisheng, his gaze carrying the imposing air of someone who had held a high position in the clan for many years.

"But what if the typhoon actually comes?"

Lin Shuisheng met Lin Yaodong's gaze without flinching and asked in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yaodong's eyes sharpened, and his tone became somewhat unfriendly.

"Are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

"I wouldn't dare!"

Lin Shuisheng shook his head, looking at Lin Yaodong with a serious expression.

"I just hope that my fellow villagers can be prepared to avoid suffering too much loss."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yaodong's expression hardened, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Although he didn't believe Lin Shuisheng dreamed of Mazu at all, he didn't dare to gamble on whether what Lin Shuisheng said was true or not.

If a typhoon really comes, and it really is a once-in-a-century typhoon, wouldn't he be resented by the villagers?

Thinking of this, his gaze toward Lin Shuisheng became increasingly hostile.

Why did you have to talk to that clueless guy about something that's impossible to be sure of? Isn't that just digging a hole for him?

In fact, Lin Shuisheng had no other choice.

Since he knew a disaster was about to happen, he had to do something to put his mind at ease.

Moreover, since Lin Yaodong is in the positions of village party secretary and village director, and is also the head of the clan's main branch, he should bear the responsibility of protecting the territory and ensuring the safety of the people.

"Why don't you go to the management area in the next couple of days and call someone to ask the city's meteorological bureau if a typhoon has formed in our vicinity?"

Seeing that Lin Yaodong remained silent for a long time, Lin Shuisheng had a sudden inspiration and hurriedly offered a suggestion.

If he remembers correctly, the city's meteorological bureau should have already detected the typhoon's formation, but the specific path has not yet been determined, and an alert will not be issued until the 28th.

Then, by the time the fishing boats heading out to sea from Canglan Island receive the message via walkie-talkie, it will be at least the evening of the 28th. By then, it will be too late to turn back to port.