Chapter 76: The typhoon is coming!

There is indeed a school of Princess Fish below.

Pulling up three fish, at least one is a Princess Fish.

The head isn't very big; the largest is just over one catty, smaller ones about half a catty.

That's the fish.

After all, it's not a Large Yellow Fish; the largest Large Yellow Fish can be several dozen catties.

Wu An felt warm inside.

It's just a thought; even if he was extremely lucky and caught such a huge Large Yellow Fish, his and A Qing's fishing rods couldn't possibly pull it up.

Wu Ping couldn't help but say: "A An, let me fish for a while."

Wu An smiled and handed over the fishing rod.

Catching fish, grabbing shrimp, fishing, casting nets—there's no man who doesn't like it; the fact that Big Brother could hold back until now to speak shows decent self-control.

Taking the fishing rod, Wu Ping baited the hook and eagerly cast the line.

"A An, is this okay?"

"You threw it a bit close."

"Won't it get snagged on the reef?"

Wu Ping kept asking.

Wu An laughed and cried: "Brother, hold steady, hold steady."

"A bite is coming soon."

As he spoke, the rod tip suddenly pressed down.

Wu An shouted: "Brother, lift the rod."

Wu Ping raised the fishing rod; the reel squeaked, the drag was pulled, and the line kept peeling out.

"Brother, hold on."

"I can't hold it; the pull is strong."

"That's good; it means the fish isn't small."

"A An, why don't you take over?"

"Brother, don't be nervous."

The two brothers were talking when a Red Friend was quickly pulled to the surface, flopping; Wu An had already readied the scoop net and successfully scooped up the Red Friend.

Wu Ping said: "A An, we'll grill this one tonight to eat."

Wu An smiled and nodded.

He certainly had no objection.

After fishing for over an hour, the Luck Value was depleted, and the speed and quality of bites declined linearly, pulling up two Stone Nine Public in succession.

"Big Brother, A Qing, let's go."

"The sky is completely dark."

"We only have two headlamps; night fishing isn't suitable."

He called out, quickly packed up, two buckets full of fish; Wu Ping took the fishing gear, while Wu An and A Qing carried the two buckets on sticks to the dock.

Fortunately it wasn't heavy, just over twenty catties.

At the dock, Lao Xie was packing up his stall; seeing the three approach, he hurriedly stopped to greet: "You're still fishing this late?"

"Wow, so many Princess Fish."

"You always manage to catch the good stuff others can't."

"Princess Fish is 45 per catty; sea bass and such still follow the previous price."

Wu An nodded.

There's nothing much to say; Lao Xie's prices here are like this—certainly not high, but absolutely fair, after all, setting up his stall or going to town requires time and labor costs.

After all the hassle, it's more worthwhile to sell to Lao Xie.

Weigh them.

The total came to 1980 yuan, no rounding, exactly what it was; Wu An took the money, gave A Qing 200 yuan, and also a Princess Fish just over one catty.

A Qing didn't stand on ceremony, took the money and fish, and said: "Brother, I'm heading home first."

"Take advantage of the freshness and hurry up and cook it."

"Ping Brother, I'm leaving."

Having said that, he ran out.

Wu An told him to slow down; A Qing waved his hand without looking back.

Coming out of Lao Xie's shop, Wu Ping finally realized: "A An, you just made two thousand?"

Wu An said: "Today might be because you're with me; my luck is better than usual."

Wu Ping sighed: "The money you earn from fishing two days exceeds what I make in a whole month of work."

Wu An paused, then said: "Brother, but what you do is far more important than what I do."

"Let's not talk about how noble teaching and nurturing people is."

"You have the five insurances and one fund."

"In the future, when you're old, you'll have security; I have nothing, so I must buy insurance myself—if I were like you, monthly expenses would also be quite a bit."

Wu Ping sighed: "That's how it is…"

He didn't continue speaking, but he feared this job might not last much longer.

Wu An patted Wu Ping's shoulder: "Brother, don't worry, I'm here."

Wu Ping smiled: "Okay."

He thought Wu An meant that from now on he wouldn't teach and would go along to gather seafood and fish; seeing this now, it's also a way out, though Dad might not be pleased.

As for work, even Dad can't handle it, so Wu An certainly can't be of any help.

At least there's a fallback.

Wu An also had plans in his heart, but he couldn't say them outright; he could only take things step by step. Without saying anything else, he could surely sustain the good days at home.

He saw someone setting up a stall, an old man, not from Xixi Village.

Wu An walked over and saw it was selling flavored dishes, with white-cut chicken and braised beef, both common flavored dishes around here; they each bought some.

Having walked a bit farther, Wu Ping said, 'You bought too much; we already have food at home.'

Wu An casually said, 'I just tasted it; the flavor is quite authentic, and anyway there isn't much left, so I'll just buy it all.'

'Today we've brought home a big item; let's have a richer dinner to celebrate.'

Wu Ping suddenly realized, looked back, and saw the old man packing up his stall to leave; he praised, 'You're quite thoughtful.'

Wu An smiled; it was just a casual thing.

Back home, the table already had several dishes: braised pork, braised lamb, stir-fried water spinach, tomato scrambled eggs, fried potato shreds, plus a clear stewed beef ball soup.

Seeing the two bring back the royal princess fish, Mei Yueqin said, 'Then add a steamed fish, along with the flavored dishes, making eight dishes and one soup.'

Waiting for Wu Yingwei to return, seeing the table full of dishes, he didn't say anything.

He naturally also heard people say that a brand-new motor tricycle had been driven to their home; this abundance is normal, and the family's life is truly getting much better day by day.

'Dad, want to have a drink tonight?'

'Have a drink.' Wu Yingwei nodded and asked, 'How's the old house?'

Wu An said, 'The foreman sent word that he'll come tomorrow to install doors and windows; I added some money so he can arrange more workers, and it'll be done in one day.'

Wu Yingwei frowned: 'Why the rush to spend so much money?'

Wu An said, 'I think a typhoon is coming.'

Wu Yingwei startled, looked back at the sky outside; the rain was light and about to stop, but the wind was getting stronger.

It's a bit off.

After eating and drinking their fill, Wu Yingwei pulled out his phone, looked, and said, 'You were right, kid, a typhoon is indeed coming.'

Wu Ping also took out his phone; the weather forecast already showed a typhoon warning.

Not long after.

Wu Yingwei's phone started ringing.

The typhoon is coming; for the village it's nothing short of a calamity, and for us village cadres it's also a severe test.

But we're not panicking; we have plenty of experience dealing with typhoons year after year.

'Close the doors and windows securely.'

'Don't leave the door open for me.'

As he spoke, Wu Yingwei walked outside; at the gate there were already many villagers who had come over after eating to chat, and seeing him they greeted him, naturally talking about the typhoon.

Wu Yingwei also reassured everyone, saying the typhoon's path is uncertain, so it might not head their way.

But even if it comes, we're not afraid.

'Whatever happens, happens; just make sure the big items at home are looked after, so they don't get smashed or destroyed, because if they are, there's no compensation.'

Chen Gui joked, 'Yingwei, look at you worrying so much.'

'You should also worry about yourself; your family just bought a motor tricycle today.'

'It's brand new; don't let it be ruined in the typhoon.'

He was speaking sarcastically; others didn't yet know, and hearing him say that, they immediately curiously asked, 'You bought a motor tricycle?'

'Really or not?'

'Was it A An who bought it? Good fellow, he hasn't been making little money lately—he's been repairing the old house and buying a car.'

Hearing everyone's discussion, Chen Gui suddenly couldn't laugh.

Damn it!

He seemed to have misspoken again.