Chapter 75: Is this not some large fish farm?

Hmm, I sold over 4000, I'll send Xiao Hu's share over in a bit.

4000, that's a lot. Jiang Yunxiang let out a small exclamation.

Sister-in-law, if it's not possible next time, let my older brother also come with us to gather seafood; working at the dock is too tiring.

Ye Cheng actually had this idea; he wasn't interested in leading the villagers to get rich, but he had to take care of his own older brother.

Jiang Yunxiang's face showed a wry smile: "You're not unaware that your brother is very stubborn; he always thinks one needs a proper job."

Ye Cheng nodded; his older brother is a bit stubborn, this idea doesn't make sense, maybe it's because of his age.

After eating a steamed bun, Ye Cheng took another, split it open, stuffed beef and egg inside to make a meat-and-egg stuffed bun, which tasted quite good.

Dou Dou beside him looked at Ye Cheng curiously: "Uncle Er, what's this way of eating?"

"Uncle Er, this is called meat bun, it's quite famous, you should try it too."

"Meat bun? That's not using meat to clamp the bun; why use the bun to clamp the meat?" Dou Dou asked innocently.

This question made Ye Cheng burst out laughing; in Shaanxi, people have long debated this meat bun—clearly it's the bun clamping the meat, yet they insist on calling it meat-clamping bun.

Back when he was in college, he himself thought it was literal, always wondering how the meat clamps the bun.

Regardless, Dou Dou still tore a small opening in his bun, slipped in a slice of beef and a chunk of egg, his hand being that size.

After taking a bite, a satisfied expression appeared on his face,

"Uncle Er, this bun-with-meat is quite tasty."

"If it's tasty, eat more."

"Nothing left, we only steamed this much today; we'll eat more tonight." Jiang Yunxiang added.

"Sister-in-law, take this 1000 yuan; when I come over for meals, I should contribute some food expenses."

Ye Cheng took out 1000 yuan and placed it on the table.

Seeing the money, Jiang Yunxiang pushed it back: "That won't do; we're family, you can't charge for meals, and you can't cook alone."

"Ah, sister-in-law, just take it; keeping it with me would be wasteful. Alright, I've eaten enough, I'm leaving. I still need to check today's fish traps."

Having said that, he didn't wait for Jiang Yunxiang to push back, stood up and left.

"Sigh, A Cheng, A Cheng..."

Jiang Yunxiang chased two steps, seeing Ye Cheng walk away, she could only resignly go back and collect the money.

Speaking of which, A Cheng has changed a lot recently; he suddenly makes so much money and is willing to give them some.

It's also a way of not letting down their support of him over the years.

Leaving his older brother's house, Ye Cheng estimated his current money, adding the proceeds from selling the fish this time, about 8000 yuan.

Not little, but not much either; there's still a big gap from his ideal life of buying a house and car.

After arriving at Xiao Hu's house, Ye Cheng gave him 1000 yuan.

"How was it? Did you check this morning?"

Ye Cheng was asking about the fish traps.

Xiao Hu's face showed a hint of bitterness: "I went early this morning; the villagers also went, they've all set theirs up; today feels risky."

"Risky? What does that mean?" Ye Cheng frowned slightly.

"Brother, let me take you to look; you'll understand at a glance."

Since Xiao Hu said it so seriously, Ye Cheng also felt a bit uneasy; he followed Xiao Hu as they headed up the mountain.

Anxious, walking fast, when Ye Cheng reached the seaside he stopped and sucked in a breath of cold air.

Nima!

Fuck!

Is this still the previously barren seaside?

Is this not some large fish farm?

From this vantage point, the whole seaside situation is laid bare.

Originally this remote seaside corner, over a hundred meters long, is now filled with fish traps.

Not to mention spacing of ten or twenty meters; within a meter there can definitely be two fish traps.

At this rate, each household likely placed five or six fish traps.

"Brother, see?" Xiao Hu said with a dejected face beside him, "Even if a fish comes, it's uncertain whose trap it'll enter."

"Yeah, if I were a fish I'd get lost and couldn't find my door." Ye Cheng muttered.

Immediately Ye Cheng pointed downward: "Next time, we'll first contract it, then sell spots and tickets—2 yuan a day; this guy makes more money than gathering seafood."

"Yeah, brother, or..."

Xiao Hu was all excited, his words not yet finished, when Ye Cheng flicked his forehead and—

"You really think that? This is just a few bucks; have some ambition."

Xiao Hu scratched his head, feeling somewhat resentful: "If they keep playing like this, we'll really have no prospects."

Ye Cheng also had nothing to say; playing like that would be called market disruption.

Just like in the city, as soon as a viral brand appears, similar ones rush in, instantly filling the town with beer and fried chicken, draining consumers in a moment, everyone playing along.

"Let's go down and take a look."

The two followed the mountain path down to the seaside, where quite a few people were still sitting there chatting.

"Yo, Lao Er's here." Chen Lao San stood up with a grin, "We're also here to set a fish trap; that's not illegal, right?"

Indeed, a few sardines couldn't satisfy his greed.

"It's not his place anyway; what's the problem with us setting fish traps?" a dismissive voice sounded.

It was Duan Shen; now she completely blames Ye Cheng for her fishing boat sinking at sea.

A grain of rice breeds gratitude; a bushel breeds hatred—just how strange that is.

I can't contract the sea; if everyone wants to come and fish, let them fish. But if we keep doing this, maybe nobody will catch anything. Ye Cheng wore a calm face; things have come to this, what else can we do?

Who knows? Fish don't have eyes; you think they'll all swim into your fish trap? Duan Shen said in a neutral tone.

Hehe, Duan Shen, I can't control where the fish go; just don't touch my fish trap with your hands.

What did you say! I'd move your fish trap—what do you think I am? Duan Shen jumped up, furious.

One sentence left Duan Shen speechless.

Ye Cheng rolled his eyes at Duan Shen and the others, speaking with a slight threat: "I'm laying it out today—we're all from the same village; I fish, you fish, no problem. But if you dare touch my fish trap, don't blame me for using underhanded tactics; I've done such things before."

Lao Er, I don't like hearing your words; it sounds like you're saying we all want to mess with your stuff.

Exactly, we're not that kind of people.

Oh dear, Lao Er, everyone just wants to make a little money—calm down, calm down.

Seeing Ye Cheng angry, this bunch still felt a bit uneasy, after all Ye Cheng used to be no upstanding citizen.