Era: Seven money-losing girls? They're trying to trick me into having a daughter again!

"My God..."

Da Cheng was completely dumbfounded, stammering, "Am I...am I dreaming? How could so many river shrimp suddenly appear?!"

"So many shrimp!"

Yang Qian's voice cracked with excitement: "Dawei! Shrimp! There are so many shrimp! All shrimp!"

Seeing that they were all stunned, Fang Wei suddenly roared, "What are you all standing there for?! Raise the nets! Raise the nets now!"

The group of people rushed towards the riverbank like madmen.

Fang Qiang was the first to grab the fishing net he had set up, but he couldn't pull it up no matter how hard he tried!

The net is too heavy!

"Dacheng! Come quick, help!"

Da Cheng rushed forward immediately, and the two of them pulled with all their might, shouting in unison, "Up—"

The moment the fishing net left the water, everyone was stunned.

The entire fishing net was filled to the brim with lively, large, green river shrimp!

They bounced and struggled desperately in the net, making crackling sounds. Some of them even jumped out and fell to the ground, still bouncing around!

"Pour it out! Quickly, pour it into the bamboo basket!"

The same situation applies to Fang Wei and Yang Qian's network; it's so heavy that it's almost impossible to pull it up!

They pulled it up in one net, and there were at least twenty or thirty pounds inside!

"Quickly! Offline! Offline again!"

The four men dumped the shrimp from the fishing net into a large bamboo basket with a splash, and then threw the net back into the water without saying a word.

Second network.

Third network.

The fourth network.

……

Everyone was covered in sweat, their clothes soaked and clinging to their bodies.

Fang Wei simply took off his undershirt and swung the net shirtless, leaving two red marks on his shoulders from the net ropes.

Fang Qiang wasn't much better off; the veins on his neck were bulging. He'd never seen so many shrimp in his life! This was fucking awesome!

"David! This net has even more nets than the last one!"

Yang Qian yelled as he pulled the net, "It's too heavy! Da Cheng, come help me!"

The four people worked in pairs, pulling up the net, dumping the shrimp, setting the net again, pulling up the net again, dumping the shrimp again... The large bamboo baskets were quickly filled, but there were still shrimp in the water!

Fang Wei ran back to shore, pulled several large burlap sacks from his basket, and rushed back: "Use burlap sacks! Fill the sacks!"

No one remembers exactly how many shrimp were caught.

All they knew was that their arms were so sore they could barely lift them, and their backs ached from bending over, but no one stopped.

One o'clock in the morning.

The shrimp swarms underwater finally began to disperse.

The river gradually returned to calm, and when the flashlight shone down, only a few river shrimp were seen darting among the water plants.

Fang Wei pulled the last net ashore and collapsed onto the grass by the river, panting heavily. Sweat mingled with the river water and dripped down his trousers.

Fang Qiang slumped down next to him, his hands still trembling slightly.

Several large bamboo baskets were piled up to overflowing, each one so heavy that one person could not lift it.

Several large sacks were stuffed so full that the openings couldn't be tied shut, and a few shrimp even jumped out from the gaps.

Yang Qian lay on the ground, laughing like a fool: "Dawei...hahahaha...we're going to be rich..."

Da Cheng's hands were shaking so badly he couldn't even roll a cigarette; he just stared blankly at the piles of river shrimp.

How did you know?

Fang Qiang looked at Fang Wei and asked in a hoarse voice, "How did you know there would be so many shrimp in the Jiaoshan River tonight?"

Fang Wei wiped the sweat from his face and grinned, "Brother, I'm just trying my luck."

He has no time to make excuses. There are hundreds of pounds of river shrimp here. Even if they are sold at 5 cents a pound, they can still fetch several hundred dollars.

"Try your luck?"

Fang Qiang stared at his younger brother for several seconds, but ultimately didn't press the matter further. He simply nodded and said, "Okay, if you ever have to rely on luck again, just call me."

Upon hearing this, Fang Wei's eyes lit up immediately: "Big brother! Are you serious?"

"nonsense."

Fang Qiang turned his face away and said in a muffled voice, "Let's rest for a while. We need to get this huge pile of stuff back to the village before dawn."

Fang Wei chuckled twice and lay down on his back on the ground.

He got up from the ground in less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette.

After being kept in the basket for a short while, some of the shrimp had started to wilt, and their whiskers were barely moving.

"We can't take them to the village; we have to take them directly to the town to sell."

Fang Wei had already made up his mind that if these hundreds of kilograms of wild river shrimp were to remain there until dawn, at least half of them would die.

Dead river shrimp can only be sold cheaply, or they might even rot in your hands!

"Big brother, Yang Qian, Da Cheng, come here."

Fang Wei picked out some of the largest and most vigorous river shrimp from the bamboo basket and put them into several net bags, each weighing about ten or twenty kilograms.

"Take these home for your family to try."

Da Cheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved his hand: "Da, Da Wei, how can I do this... these shrimp are for selling..."

"Just take it."

Fang Wei shoved the net into his hand, saying, "I called you out in the middle of the night, I can't let you go back empty-handed."

"I'll take some back for my wife and kids to try; these wild river shrimp taste pretty good too."

Fang Qiang didn't refuse; he simply hung the net around his waist.

Yang Qian took the net and grinned, "Dawei, then I won't be polite! My dad's been saying his mouth feels bland these past few days, so I'll get him something fresh to try!"

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Fang Wei pointed to the pile of bamboo baskets and sacks and said seriously, "These shrimp weigh at least several hundred pounds. If the four of us carry them, we won't be able to get them to town by dawn."

Fang Qiang frowned: "Then what should we do?"

"I'm going to find Chen Dajiao."

As Fang Wei spoke, he casually scooped out nearly ten pounds of live shrimp from the bamboo basket and stuffed them into a cloth bag.

"You guys stay here and keep watch, don't let the stray cats and dogs cause trouble. I'll go and call Chen Dajiao to bring the tractor over."

"OK."

……

Fang Wei, holding a flashlight, jogged back to the village.

At around 2 a.m., Laotang Village was pitch black. He ran to the gate of Chen Dajiao's house and started banging on it.

After knocking for a while, an impatient voice finally came from inside: "Who is it?! In the middle of the night, is someone dying?!"

"Big Foot Bro! It's me, Fang Wei!"

Fang Wei quickly explained, "There's an urgent job, and I need to use your tractor!"

"Squeak!"

Chen Dajiao flung open the courtyard gate, revealing a white undershirt with the buttons undone. She said somewhat irritably, "What's the rush? Do you even know what time it is?"

"Ten yuan."

Fang Wei said directly, "Besides hauling the goods, you also need to help us move them. I'll give you ten yuan for this trip."

Chen Dajiao's mind cleared instantly, and fearing she might wake others, she lowered her voice and said, "Really ten yuan?"

"Wow, we caught a bunch of shrimp over at Jiaoshan!"

Fang Wei handed the cloth bag to Chen Dajiao, "This is for your family to eat. Look, it's all wild river shrimp of this quality."

"We caught several hundred kilograms in total, and it took four of us to carry them all."