Chapter 362: Wu An Deserves the Most Thanks

Actually.

The simplest verification method is to look at what comes after.

One or two crab pots having a small catch is normal, but if most of them are not bountiful, then it's definitely abnormal.

He had his luck value maxed out, so the haul couldn't possibly be all miserable.

The nine-section shrimp in the third row of crab pots were even scarcer, but there were several little blue dragons, two of which were still eating the nine-section shrimp, which made A Qing furious.

Originally, the nine-section shrimp were few, and the little blue dragons ate quite a few of them.

"You came running in to eat the buffet, right?"

"I let you eat."

A Qing scolded while tying them up.

In the fourth row of crab pots, there were almost no nine-section shrimp, nor any empty ones; instead, there were many little blue dragons, still fighting each other.

Several little blue dragons had their claws broken.

That's how they are—if not tied up, they won't even spare their "cellmates".

"This pot has over thirty little blue dragons, making it the biggest catch of little blue dragons since we started using the crab pots." Wu An was very pleased; it seemed the little blue dragons were attracted by the nine-section shrimp, but when the little blue dragons arrived, the nine-section shrimp promptly fled.

As a result, the little blue dragons entered the crab pot.

I don't know if it's because of the luck value or something else, but the little blue dragons in the crab pots are all sizable—the smallest weighs over a catty.

The larger ones reach three or four catties, brandishing their claws and looking quite intimidating.

Little blue dragons aren't very harmful, unlike Australian lobsters that have claws.

When the fifth and sixth rows of crab pots were hauled up, besides little blue dragons there were also many flower snails and east wind snails; even the flower snail haul was quite good.

Seeing such a good haul, Lao Fu Tou was overjoyed and also set aside his suspicions about the Fan Clan father and son.

Why?

If the Fan Clan father and son had been secretly hauling, seeing such a good catch, could they stop?

Impossible.

Once human greed is unleashed, it's hard to keep in check.

Whether the nine-section shrimp are few or the little blue dragons are few, as long as the catch is good, everyone will be happy.

Row after row of crab pots came up.

The little blue dragons in the later crab pots were even more numerous, but no matter how abundant the catch, A Qing could keep up by himself; his tying speed was so fast that his hands left afterimages.

Seeing this, Wu An didn't hesitate to praise: "A Qing, impressive—fast and steady."

A Qing gave a foolish hehe laugh.

Receiving Wu An's verbal praise made him happier than if he'd been given money.

"Whoosh—"

"Bang bang bang."

Wu An, somewhat strained, opened the crab pot and dumped out the catch; the little blue dragons were tossed about on the deck, and even just the sea snails piled up into a small hill.

"Wow, this pot is really productive."

A Qing couldn't help but shout upon seeing it; one can imagine the haul, and Wu An also couldn't help but grin, saying, "We've struck it rich."

After saying that.

His stomach started growling.

A Qing asked, "Brother, why not take a break and eat first?"

Wu An thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Never mind."

"I'll go see what we can eat directly, just to have a couple of bites."

"There are still a few crab pots left; let's hurry and haul them up."

Finishing work early also means we can head back early.

If we stopped to cook, it would at least delay us half an hour.

Going there and back, if we run into anything else, we might have to return in the dark.

A Qing nodded.

Wu An went back, grabbed some biscuits and bread, shared them with A Qing and Lao Fu Tou, washed them down with water, temporarily soothed their five viscera temple, and the three of them dove back into the hauling work.

That's how it is on the boat.

Lao Fu Tou had long been used to it; it's normal to be too busy to eat.

Being busy is good.

Only by staying busy can we earn money.

After a spell of busyness, the three had no time to talk.

"Only the last crab pot remains." Wu An tied the pot's rope to the winch, reminded them with a chuckle, and A Qing and Lao Fu Tou both felt the weight of the task.

We're finally about to finish the work.

Wu An glanced at the time—it was already 3 p. m. —and said, "Lao Fu, you take the helm."

"Let's go over and collect a batch of adhesive net, then head back once we're done."

"We'll surely reach the dock before dark today."

A Qing happily exclaimed "Oh yeah!"; daily busyness is good, but he also wishes he could stay home to eat with his mom—coming back early means he can get home early for dinner.

Lao Fu Tou nodded and hurried over to start the boat.

As they departed.

Just then they saw the Fan Clan father and son still working the haul; A Qing pursed his lips and said, "They're still busy—looks like they've dropped a lot of crab pots."

Wu An nodded; they were basically "midway monastics," with everything makeshift, and they still had to face various mishaps and losses.

Looking at the gear on the boat, it was getting used less and less.

But they were professionals, father and son working together, so their gear was naturally complete.

A Qing looked through the binoculars and said, "Brother, I see their father and son's smiles are about to split open; they definitely have a good haul, maybe even more than ours."

Wu An didn't say anything; he actually wasn't envious.

They arrived at Shuangzi Dao.

Hauling the float, he discovered that the buffed Luck Value had been emptied; he felt reassured, the adhesive net haul should still be okay, winch operation, the adhesive net coming out of the water, shaking violently.

"Brother, it's an eel."

"Hiss, this sea eel is truly huge, about as thick as my arm."

"I'll call you Sea Eel King—do you dare answer?"

Wu An told A Qing to be careful; whether the sea eel dares to respond is uncertain, but it definitely dares to bite people.

The adhesive net kept coming out of the water.

Most of what was caught on the adhesive net were sea eels; these sea eels were full of vigor, still struggling, the more they struggled the tighter they wound, and the adhesive net was twisted into a braid.

Lao Fu Tou watched, his scalp tingling: "These adhesive nets are all ruined."

Wu An, on the other hand, didn't care.

Anyway, the Luck Value was gone, and he didn't plan to put the adhesive net back in the sea this trip.

A Qing wore gloves, somewhat reluctant to handle it: "Brother, this isn't easy to deal with."

Wu An said, "Then let's not deal with it."

"Just leave it like that and head back directly."

"We'll go back and find someone to help untie it."

A Qing looked at Lao Fu Tou, who nodded: "That works too."

He hurriedly went to start the boat.

Give it gas.

Turn the rudder.

Straight for the dock.

On the other side.

The Fan Clan father and son were each grinning so wide they couldn't close their mouths, overjoyed to the point of madness.

Before Wu An and the others arrived, they had actually been working nearby besides guarding these crab pots, but the catch had been quite meager.

Under these circumstances, they actually didn't hold much hope for the crab pots' yield.

They merely hauled up the crab pots with a dying hope.

Result!

It gave them a big surprise.

Nine-section Shrimp!

Sea Snail!!

Little Green Dragon!!!

Each row of crab pots yielded a lot, and all of it was valuable goods!

"Oh heavens, thanks to Mazu."

"Our family hasn't had such a good harvest in years, goodness, look at how big this little green dragon is."

Fan Lao Tou shouted excitedly.

Fan Dali was also very happy, laughing: "We should give thanks, but the one we should thank most is Wu An."

Fan Xiao Zhu nodded: "Brother, that's right."