The weather is good today, and the sea is not very windy and waves are not heavy. After the yacht slowly sails out of the bay, it only ripples gently. Uncle Yang got on the fly bridge and pulled a recliner chair to lie down, leisurely.

Nicole and Zhi feed seagulls at the stern of the boat. They each held a dry bread in their hands, rubbed the bread crumbs and threw them out, and the seagull flew over and pecked in the air.

Knowledge feeds seagulls while eating. Finally, the seagulls were anxious and wandering around him. He shook his hand and drove the seagull away: "Okay, okay, I've been fed enough, I'm full, aren't you full yet?"

The seagull shitted on his head in anger.

As Yang Shubao continued to use the sweet rain technique in the bay, the bay's ecosystem became more and more developed. There were fish in the sea water, shrimps and crabs on the seabed, and many birds on the sea surface, especially seagulls.

For yachts, too many seagulls are not a good thing: they like other flying birds, like flying and shit, while the yachts dock on the docks and become a resting place for seagulls, which leads to the always bird shit on the boat.

A pile of bird shit fell on the surface of the parasol on the flying bridge. Durum climbed up and handed him a bottle of Coke and said, "You have to clean up on the boat. There are bird shit outside, which makes him disgusting."

"I don't drink Coke. This thing has too high sugar content and is unhealthy," Yang Shubao waved his hand, "Let's clean up later and clean up the boat."

Durham is diligent. When he was in the dormitory, he was the one who was on duty the most. He was actually a little obsessed with cleanliness and was kind and kind, so if no one was willing to clean up, he would do it.

This time, he sat next to Uncle Yang and drank a bottle of Coke. He clapped his hands and took a small shovel to shovel the bird droppings.

Uncle Yang lay on the edge of the flying bridge and said, "Do you need to be so diligent? Come up and have a rest first?"

Durham looked up and said, "What are you resting? What's the matter? You're not tired."

He also works as an old killer and knowledge. The two are different from ordinary black people and are grateful for everything. In other words, they don’t like to cause trouble and always put themselves in the role of a worker.

Nicole took her blonde hair and walked up the gangway: "What are you still doing here? The guests are cleaning."

Uncle Yang turned over lazily and touched her thigh, with a depressed face: "I knew it would be like this, alas, work."

Nicole pushed him laughed and said, "What's the point of doing this? This is to clean up his own housework."

Uncle Yang ran into the cab barefoot, and Mason sat in the driver's seat very seriously and studied the map. On the two LED screens in front of him, one showed weather data and the other explored the seabed terrain, which looked very serious.

He snorted and left, and after two minutes, the bird quietly touched it back. Then he saw Maisen leaning lazily in the driver's seat, putting his legs on the bridge, a bottle of beer on the left and a plate of fruit on the right. One of the LED displays was a dancer dancing around the pole, and the other was shaking his head and shook his hair...

Seeing this, Old Yang was furious and smashed the small shovel on it: "I knew your grandson was pretending!"

Mason was shot back by him. He took off his headset helplessly and muttered: "I am the captain and the driver. My duty is to drive this yacht safely. Please respect the captain's duties!"

"Get out, choose the destination and change it to autonomous driving, and then come out to work!" Yang Shubao handed him a rag.

After the yacht came back, Mason would go out to sea every now and then, and he was already very familiar with the surrounding sea conditions.

He chose a shallow beach, which is located in the sea, about ten kilometers away from the shore, surrounded by clear sea water and coral reefs underwater. Because the water is shallow, the sea water here is green, and a large piece of blue water is wrapped in a piece of green water, just like turquoise inlaid in sapphires.

After they finished packing up the guano boat on the boat, Mason stopped the boat and said, "I have observed that there are no sharks or sea snakes here. It is a diving resort. There are many shellfish living under the sea. We can dive and catch sea shells."

Yang Shubao started the oxygen control machine, and he took the snorkel into the water first. The old killer took off his T-shirt and said, "I'll accompany you."

His diving skills are much better than Yang Shubao. He doesn't even have to snorkel in his mouth, but he jumps into the water and dives into the four-meter-deep seabed.

This coral group is in a state of demise, and you can see large areas of gray-white reefs, all of which are coral polyps.

There are some bright colors scattered on the reef, which are the only remaining living corals.

Corals have very fragile vitality and will die if their environment changes slightly. It takes tens of millions of years to reproduce and expand their race. The expansion of coral groups is based on tens of thousands of years.

Yang Shubao likes coral groups very much. If the underwater world has no colors, what else does it mean?

So he did not hesitate to cast the Ganshu technique in this shallow water area, swam all the way from beginning to end, and cast the Ganshu technique eight times in a row.

The spring of life enters the water, and the bottom of the sea suddenly becomes lively.

There are many small fish and shrimp hidden in the corals. They quickly rushed out, and in just a few dozen seconds, the deserted coral reefs turned into a noisy underwater world.

The most common shellfish under the sea are shellfish, and Yang Shubao can't recognize what kind of shellfish are. He doesn't know much about marine species, and there are too many types of sea shellfish, so he can only recognize some of them belong to scallops. He doesn't know which one they belong to.

The shellfish opened and closed the shells and scrambled to absorb the sea water. The old killer saw a white shell the size of a sea bowl and sneaked over and grabbed it.

He returned with the seashell in his arms. Yang Shubao looked complacent and thought he had discovered the treasure, so he swam back.

Back on the yacht, the old killer handed the big shell to Nicole: "Hey, Nicole, look what I caught?"

Nicole knew flowers but was extremely unfamiliar with marine species. She picked up the big shell and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I don't know its identity."

The old killer smiled and said, "I don't know what its scientific name is. It has several names. The Zulu people say it is called Baiyu. Look, it is very white in color and covered with feather-like patterns, right?"

Nicole nodded, Uncle Yang took it in his hand and looked at it. He felt that the shell was quite ornamental. Its patterns were very smooth and the shape was unique from the bottom of the view, like an axe.

Knowledge asked: "Grandpa, is this delicious?"

The old killer said: "The taste is okay, but the point is not to eat. I met a group of Somali guys when I was in Durban Port. They were really a group of tough guys. Well, we shouldn't discuss this now. What I want to say is that Somali calls it parent-child beans. Do you know why?"
Chapter completed!