Chapter 17: Treasure Land, 80 Luck Value

The one in Ye Cheng's hand is a bit thinner than his arm, but it also counts as a large sea cucumber.

Being grabbed by Ye Cheng, the sea cucumber nervously sprayed a thin stream of water, twisted its body, full of vitality.

Because this thing has little attack power and basically zero self-defense ability, sometimes when you finally find one on the beach, you'll find it's dead—seafood, seafood, most seafood is only valuable when alive.

Ye Cheng happily threw the sea cucumber into the bucket, feeling that today's luck value of 80 has potential.

This small puddle isn't big; Ye Cheng simply stirred the water, and there was movement below, with bubbles coming up.

Ye Cheng scooped down with the shovel, digging out a sea snail; its flesh fully extended outward. Ye Cheng squeezed it with his hand, pressing out a large sheet of water, which the snail flesh pushed back in, and the snail closed its shell.

This is a cat's eye snail, about half a palm size. Cat's eye snails aren't considered high-end seafood, but they're tasty and belong to a hot-selling seafood variety.

Ye Cheng casually tossed it into the bucket, then scooped a few times in the small puddle with the shovel—nothing moved; apparently there's nothing left.

Lifting his head, Ye Cheng saw a small hole on the beach that kept spurting water.

There's likely something inside; he crouched and carefully pried open the hole with his hand, and a small stream of water gushed out.

Hehe, little thing, you're exposed.

Ye Cheng shoved the shovel down hard, digging about ten centimeters deep, yet still saw nothing—this guy wouldn't be another sea squirt, would he?

But it doesn't look like that; it might be a razor clam.

Razor clams run fast; according to foraging techniques, you need to dig along their path to intercept them.

Ye Cheng estimated, found the spot, and dug down hard—sure enough, he found a small hole.

He reached in, grabbed the razor clam shell, and yanked it out.

A razor clam king over ten centimeters long landed in his hand.

Although the razor clam king isn't as famous as sea cucumber, it's certainly not cheap; the problem is it's still delicious—just a little scallion oil, easy to peel, tender meat, soft bite, Ye Cheng usually just slurps it down, delicious.

Ye Cheng continued along the beach looking for another puddle; this one was a bit bigger, with two large sea cucumbers just lying at the bottom, maybe out for activity—Ye Cheng didn't even need a shovel, he just picked them up directly.

This truly belongs to picking up seafood.

These two are even bigger than the previous pair, their spines a bit prickly to the hand, feeling heavy in hand.

Over there, Xiao Hu shouted again, 'Brother, another sea cucumber—this place is great.'

What great—without this luck halo, you couldn't be doing well.

If it were really that easy to pick up, the place would already be full of fishermen—this isn't less than what you'd earn in a day at sea.

In this large puddle before Ye Cheng, there were still plenty of goods; he dug out two slightly smaller sea cucumbers and several cat's eye snails from it.

In just a short while, the bottom of the small bucket was already covered.

There aren't many small holes on this beach's sand, but he still discovered a long trace.

Following the long footprints, Ye Cheng went over and happily discovered there was also a patch of small holes, densely packed, estimated at forty or fifty.

"Xiao Hu, come over here, there's more here." Ye Cheng shouted.

"Coming, brother." Hearing there was loot, Xiao Hu took off running.

"Look at this patch—I just dug up a razor clam king; I estimate there are plenty of razor clam kings here, lots to dig."

"Ah, razor clam kings? What are we waiting for, brother? Get to work!" Seeing the razor clam kings, this guy's eyes turned green.

Without waiting for Ye Cheng to finish speaking, he started digging right away.

His foraging experience is much richer than Ye Cheng's; finding holes isn't as practiced for Ye Cheng—Ye Cheng had only dug two holes, while this guy had already dug four or five.

However, the yield rate isn't high—he only dug up two razor clam kings, whereas Ye Cheng's side basically had everything.

"Brother, I notice today using your shovel makes it easy to dig up loot—has this shovel been blessed?" Xiao Hu isn't stupid either; after just a short while today, he's dug up quite a bit.

"Your family's blessing just lets you kill more—it's just good luck." Ye Cheng quickly dismissed his idea; the system is a secret, can't let anyone know.

In this area, the two of them dug over thirty razor clam kings together; the harvest wasn't bad.

Next, the two swept along the beach, puddle by puddle; basically every puddle had something.

After over an hour, both buckets were full.

"Take a break, have a smoke." Ye Cheng's waist was sore and legs ached; he still lacked exercise.

The two walked to the seaside, found a large reef stone to sit on, and lit up.

The sea breeze blew on them, very comfortable.

The waves occasionally slapped the reef stones by the shore—this unbeatable sea view, isn't it better than paying for?

After smoking a cigarette, Xiao Hu checked the time: "Brother, my second uncle still has an hour or two to pick us up; shall we get some more?"

"Sure, did you bring the snakeskin bag? Take it out; we'll go stroll the beach again, just look for sea cucumbers—I feel there are many sea cucumbers here."

Ye Cheng said while standing up; suddenly he glanced over and looked at the opposite reef.

The tide receded, exposing the lower part of the reef; there was a gray shell, with meat protruding as it crawled.

Ye Cheng jumped into the water, squatted down to look—damn, abalone!

What a large abalone.

Ye Cheng strained to pry it, pulling the abalone off.

"Holy shit, brother, there's still abalone!" Xiao Hu exclaimed.

No need to say more about abalone—it's absolutely premium seafood, priced purely by size; the bigger, the more valuable.

Abalone is usually sized by head count; farmed small ones these days cost a few bucks each, but the one in hand now is estimated at four heads, making it a large abalone.

"Quick, look—there must be more."

With abalone present, Xiao Hu stopped smoking, jumped down, circled the reef: "Brother, there's also one here, though a bit smaller."

Xiao Hu held one; it's estimated at eight heads, about half the size of Ye Cheng's.

Now that we have abalone, who needs sea cucumbers?

Ye Cheng now deeply understood that elementary school text about picking up watermelon and discarding sesame—damn, with abalone you obviously go for abalone first.

If he hadn't brought the snakeskin bag, he'd have wanted to toss those few cat's eye snails.

The two walked around the reefs by the sea once, discovering more than twenty abalones of various sizes, all of which Ye Cheng threw into Xiao Hu's snakeskin bag.

It feels a bit sorry for them, using a snakeskin bag to hold such precious seafood.

There aren't many reefs here; after walking around once, we've finished.

"Almost done, let's go to the beach to see if there are any sea cucumbers; we don't have much time left." Ye Cheng estimated the time.