Ye Yaodong really felt that it was time to apply lubricant. This seawater is prone to corrosion. After the machine has been used for a long time, the parts will become rusty and not smooth, and it is normal for it to make creaking sounds.
His net hoisting machine is pretty good. It hasn't broken down since I bought it. His father has taken good care of it. Every time he uses it, he wipes it with fresh water and a towel, and then covers it with a nylon bag. It's extremely
Love and care.
If it were him, he would have practiced it countless times.
"If you don't believe it, just take a look. You'll know when the goods are hauled up."
Although there are abundant resources these days, a big net can only haul one or two hundred kilograms, or two or three hundred kilograms at most. In offshore waters, if you want to haul one or two thousand kilograms in one net, forget it.
As long as it is placed in the future, if a net can drag dozens of kilograms offshore, it will be considered Amitabha. If you want to make the machine lag, you will have to have another whale shark like last time, or an equally big guy.
So his father said that the network might burst again, and the machine made a creaking sound, so he denied it and said it was time to apply lubrication.
If he is very lucky and another whale shark sneaks in behind him, he will win the prize and can only do good deeds again.
Father Ye glanced sideways at him, then looked at the sea, "Can't you think of something better?"
"That has to be realistic. Look, how easy is it to roll up the net machine? It's just a little rusty. Remember to apply lubricating oil when you get back."
Father Ye didn't say anything because he also thought the sound was caused by rust and jamming. He just said it casually and thought nothing of it. After all, he hadn't gone to sea for a few days. This machine would break down easily if it wasn't used.
The fishing net was dragged bit by bit out of the water, and a large bag of goods was dragged onto the rail slide. The father and son quickly stepped forward to help drag it.
Just, eh?
Ye Yaodong's sharp eyes said, "There is a big fish! A super big fish!"
Father Ye also saw the big fish head exposed. It was a big fish. He said happily: "It's a mackerel? It's a big one. Ouch, it's rare to see such a big mackerel..."
"Pull it up first and take a look..."
Both father and son were a little surprised. Who doesn't like big fish? Whether it is worth the money is another matter. Anyway, it is big and makes people happy just looking at it.
"This doesn't seem to be a Spanish mackerel, but a golden mackerel." Ye Yaodong untied the fishing net and looked at the patterns on the fish's body.
Father Ye was a little confused, Golden Bay? With the name Bay, isn’t that also Bay Fish? Then Mackerel is also called Bay Fish.
They both look similar, aren't they both Bayu? Forgive him for being a bit closed-minded and ignorant.
Ye Yaodong glanced at his father. Finally, he knew what his father didn't know. What the old fisherman knew was passed down by word of mouth. Now that the news is blocked, he really doesn't necessarily know everything.
He didn't explain anything, so he first untied the fishing net, poured the goods out, and dumped them on the deck. Anyway, he would slowly sort through them later.
Father Ye squatted there and took a look at the goods poured out. Except for a few good spring fish, there was nothing particularly rare. After he picked it out easily, he pulled the big fish out individually from the pile of groceries.
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When this fish was dragged up, because it was too big, the cargo was not very large, and it was not crushed to death. The fish's mouth could even move a few times.
"Oh, this one weighs dozens of kilograms, and it's quite heavy."
Father Ye smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth, and his eyes narrowed into slits. He held its fish head and tried to turn it over, but he couldn't turn it over.
He said with certainty: "This is the Bayu. Yes, it's unmistakable. It's the Big Bayu."
He spoke plausibly and seemed not to accept Ye Yaodong's rebuttal.
However, could Ye Yaodong not refute because of his father's tone?
He also squatted down and said, "Look, look, it has a golden longitudinal strip from its eyes to its tail, and its anal and pectoral fins are yellow-brown, so it's called the golden mackerel."
Golden mackerel, whose scientific name is yellow-tailed amberjack (shi), belongs to the order Perciformes and is a pelagic fish in offshore warm waters.
As he said that, he took out a larger mackerel from the pile of fish that had just been poured out from the side, put it together, and compared it to his father.
"Did you see it? The body of the Spanish mackerel is spindle-shaped, with two pointed ends. The back of the body is blue-black, with blue spots all over it. The belly is silver-gray, and there are separate small fins around the tail."
Spanish mackerel, whose scientific name is blue-spotted Spanish mackerel, belongs to the genus Spanish mackerel of the family Spanish mackerel family. It is an upper-middle-sized medium-sized marine economic fish. It is agile and ferocious in nature. It likes to hunt small fish in groups for food. In my country, it is mainly distributed in the South China Sea and East China Sea.
From the appearance, the most obvious place to distinguish the golden mackerel from the mackerel is the fins. The golden mackerel has a continuous dorsal fin, while the mackerel has a row of separate small fins above and below its tail.
He pointed out the parts of the fish's fins to his father and said something. Ye's father was stunned for a moment and couldn't think of anything to say in reply.
"How did you know? Did you read it in the newspaper? There was fish in the newspaper?"
"There is a golden house in the book, there is... in the book..." He read a sentence, but couldn't read the rest of it. He didn't know what was behind it? How did he say it?
He quickly shut up.
"There is everything in the book, so you should read more and read more newspapers! If you don't know something in the future, ask more questions."
Listening to this tone, Father Ye wants to hit someone. Who is I?
It seemed to him that although there was a slight difference between the two types, they were both Bayu fish and had similar names. What was the big difference?
However, what people who have read the book for a few days and recognize a few words seem to make sense, and the differences are indeed different, so there is no way to refute it.
"No matter what it's called, it's still called Bayu anyway. There's no difference." Father Ye quickly changed the subject, "This one is probably over one meter tall. Can you pick it up and see how heavy it is?"
Ye Yaodong didn't argue with his father to save him some face. Anyway, he had already taken off his illiterate hat!
These days, those who know how to read are considered educated people, and people will believe you a little more in whatever you say.
He tried to pick up the huge golden catfish on the ground, but found it a bit difficult.
"I estimate it weighs fifty or sixty pounds. It's quite big. There aren't many mackerels this big around us."
Father Ye also reached out to take it and hugged it, almost falling down. The two of them held it together, with a smile on his face.
"It's heavy enough. You can sell it for more money."
"This is cheaper than mackerel."
"But it's big."
"That's right."
Ye Yaodong nodded. It is big, so it can be sold for more money than the smaller fish. However, this fish cannot be eaten cooked. It is more friendly to eat raw. I heard that the sashimi is more delicious.
Father Ye threw the big fish into the basket next to him, then plucked the pile of fish and found that there were quite a lot of mackerel today.
"These fish basically come in groups, right? The number caught today doesn't seem to be much." He said as he picked them out individually and threw them into the basket.
"You must have missed the fish, right?"
Maybe these were all stragglers. Ye Yaodong came over with a knife, bled the big fish, and said casually.
Father Ye responded, clapped his hands and began to arrange the fishing nets.
"Then just continue trawling this area and watch the harvest."
"Um."
After the father and son took care of the fish and arranged the fishing net, they started lowering the net again and continued their work.
Today I didn’t have enough time to put up the sticky nets and shrimp pots, so I had to close the three nets and call it a day.
When the last net of fish was collected, there were quite a lot of seabass, basically about one or two kilograms, and none of them were particularly large, but the harvest was still quite gratifying.
Father Ye rummaged around and found nothing particularly valuable, so he wiped his hands with a rag and stood up.
"There are quite a lot of bass, and this net is fine. It was just a little bit worse on the second net."
"You tidy up the fishing nets and don't rush to pick the goods. While there is still some time, I will sail the boat to the position of the shrimp pot and pick up the goods by the way to see if there are many goods?"
"Okay, it's only three o'clock now, it's too late to put out a net, and the sun hasn't set yet when we go back, so we can just collect the shrimp pots while we have time."
Hearing that his father agreed, Ye Yaodong went to the bow of the boat and sailed towards the shrimp pots set out at night.
The buoys on the sea sway with the waves. If the wind and waves are not strong, they will not be knocked down. But I am afraid that the waves are strong outside. If the wind picks up at any time, I will not be able to get out even if I want to put the net back.
Otherwise, you can just take the ground cage outside and put it there instead of keeping it along the coast.
Ye Yaodong collects the shrimp pot like a cage on the ground. There is no skill at all. He just pulls it up little by little along the rope.
The green shrimp cage net gradually floated to the surface, and you could vaguely see the fish and shrimp jumping inside. It seemed that the number was okay.
After collecting the net, he poured all the contents of the shrimp cage net bag into the bamboo basket on the side. There were all kinds of goods, including fish, shrimps and crabs. When he poured them out, they were all still alive and kicking.
Ye Yaodong looked at the quantity inside, and estimated that there were large and small sword shrimps weighing about half a kilogram, some red shrimps, two stone crabs, and a few small fish, about two kilograms...
"So-so, okay..."
It was just the first net port, and there were 50 shrimp pots. He continued to close the net.
The shrimp pots were collected one by one and all the goods were poured into the bamboo baskets. As more and more shrimp pots were collected, the contents of the bamboo baskets gradually increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Father Ye arranged the fishing net and dragged it into the cabin before walking over. When he saw the half-full bamboo basket, he was extremely satisfied.
"How many have been collected? It feels like there are quite a few, and there are quite a few sword shrimps."
These days, among general seafood, besides fish, shrimp is the most expensive and best-selling item.
"Three rows have been collected, and there are still two rows left."
"Okay, it's several dozen kilograms, so we can make up the number."
"There are also fish and crabs in there. Sword shrimps are big and small, and there are also some red shrimps. After sorting them, they are not that many."
"Fortunately, aren't there two more rows?"
"Yes, it's being collected."
Father Ye thought that Dongzi was collecting the fishing nets at the moment, and he wouldn't be needed for a while. The trawl fish on the deck were not in a hurry to sort now. They would go back after collecting all the shrimp pots.
It's too late to sort them into baskets.
He simply walked to the corner, took the hookah he carried with him, and planned to take a few sips while he had some free time.
It would be unbearable to float on the sea for a whole day without a hookah.
But he didn't have time to smoke, he just slurped it after a meal and took a few puffs to satisfy himself.
He held the hookah and the brown round iron box for tobacco in his hand. As he walked, he unscrewed the lid, took a small handful of tobacco, and stuffed it into the hole of the hookah.
Walking next to Ye Yaodong, leaning against the side of the boat, watching him put the shrimp pot away little by little, he also took out the matchbox in his pocket and lit it.
The sound of gurgling was ringing in his ears, and Ye Yaodong smiled and said: "You will look for opportunities and take a few puffs as soon as you have time."
The light of the match could only burn for a while. Father Ye wanted to take the opportunity to take a few more puffs, but he kept grunting and ignored him.
Ye Yaodong didn't expect his father to say anything. After that, he continued to collect his shrimp pot, but he didn't expect that this shrimp pot would bring him a surprise!
"Hey? Little Qinglong."
He had just collected half of the shrimp pot when he saw a corrugated lobster crawling on the mesh!
Little green dragon!
It's such a big one. It's a little green and has some patterns on it. If it's not a little green dragon, what is it?
"Ahem, cough, cough~" Father Ye was halfway through his hookah. When he heard that he had caught the little green dragon, he choked and coughed wildly.
I'm so sleepy, so I'll go to bed first. I'll make up for the remaining one tomorrow morning. I have to get up at seven o'clock to go to work tomorrow.
Later in the book, I try to speed up the pace and arrange the boat.
Chapter completed!