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Chapter 120 Picking up clams

"Ah, isn't this a coincidence? A few days ago, I just heard from my uncle that there is a carpenter shop that is looking for workers. If you want to go, I can ask you later."

Mr. Wang talks a lot, and once he starts talking, he can't stop talking. He talks about the benefits of doing carpentry, fishing at sea, and how her husband died.

"It's better to have a craft. If you have a craft, you don't have to go fishing with others. Not only does it involve hardships, but the most important thing is that the risks are high.

My family was caught in a typhoon while fishing, and the boat capsized and drowned. Even the bodies of the dead people were not fished out. They were probably swallowed by the fish in the sea."

Mrs. Shu was shocked when she heard this, "So dangerous?"

"No, why are there so many widows in our village? They were all men who drowned when they went fishing. Once they die, they are like a boatload of people. If they survive, they are lucky."

Mrs. Wang became interested and was about to talk about the accident in the past two years when Zhixia's voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Mom, the tide is about to go out, why do you still have the intention to visit?"

"Didn't I forget to chat while we were chatting? Sister Guizhi, please clean up quickly and leave immediately." Wang left the words and hurried out of the yard.

After watching her leave, Mrs. Shu turned around and urged her family: "Check whether your trousers are tied and your shoes are on. Once you're done, pick up your basket and get ready to go."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Yan couldn't wait to reply: "Get dressed, your clothes and shoes are ready, let's set off quickly!"

"Look at how anxious you are." Mrs. Shu smiled, took the rake leaning against the wall with one hand, held Xiaotuanzi's fat paw with the other, and said to the group of people behind her: "Stop dawdling, let's go."

There are people everywhere on the road, carrying baskets, carrying nails and rakes... all of them are fully armed, like soldiers going to the battlefield.

Although everyone in Yaoshui Village lives in the same village, they haven't spoken much to each other in the past few days because they were too busy. When they met this time, they all started complaining.

"My house looks nice from the outside, but when I open the door, I see a house full of big rats. That thing is really annoying. It gnawed all the tables and benches in the house, and I had to buy new ones."

"Your house still has a table, chairs, and benches. My house just has a few square walls, and there are no extra things. Oh, and there is a big crack in the wall. I'm really afraid that one day it will collapse and knock me in."

"Then my house is better. There are a few broken stools and the walls are not cracked. There is just a big hole in the roof. You can see the stars when you lie in bed at night."

As soon as this sentence stopped, a voice as loud as a duck's call came from behind the crowd: "Looking at the stars is nothing. My house doesn't even have a roof. When we were eating the day before yesterday, a bird flew over my head and poured it into the bowl.

."

Everyone turned around to see who the unlucky guy was who was pulled into the bowl by the bird. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be the village chief.

Old Man Tang slapped his thigh in surprise: "Village Chief? Why did your voice change like this? How many ducks did you eat?"

The village chief pushed him angrily, "Get out of here, your throat is dumb because of the fire. Have you ever been dumb?"

Old Man Tang smiled coquettishly and said, "I have been mute before, but not as mute as you. I wonder who I thought was out of the market."

As he spoke, he stretched his neck and imitated a few duck calls, making a group of people laugh.

In the past, Yan Yan, who loved to watch the excitement, would have definitely come over to laugh a few times, but today was different. Her whole heart was focused on the golden beach.

The two short legs ran very fast, fearing that they would be late and not be able to get a seat.

By the time she ran over, there were already many people on the beach.

Most of the children were digging for clams on the beach with baskets, adults were fishing for fish and shrimps in the shallow water, and a few men were turning over rocks to catch crabs near the reef pit on the left.

Yan Yan, a young and courageous person, stood on the beach and looked around, then picked up the basket and went straight to the shallow water.

But before she could reach the sea water, a big hand appeared from behind and grabbed her back.

The old patriarch frowned and criticized her, "What if the child cannot walk into the water and is washed away by the waves?"

Yan Yan lowered her head in grievance, "I want to take a look, just take a look."

"You can't even look at it." The old patriarch grabbed her by the back of the neck forcefully and pulled her to the children's activity area. "Let's dig clams here. Do you know how to do it? If you don't, I will teach you."

Without waiting for Yan Yan to answer, the old patriarch pointed to the small hole in front and started teaching: "Did you see those two small holes? The clams rely on this hole to vent their air, just dig along it."

Yan Yan was a little afraid of this eccentric old man, so she didn't dare to say a word. She obediently walked to the blowhole and dug a few times. Soon, a big clam leaked out.

"These are clams. Dig a lot and take them home and let your mother make soup for you. They are very fresh."

Yan Yan lowered her head and muttered softly: "I have no mother and no father."

The old patriarch choked and looked at her with a different emotion. The little girl lost her parents at a young age. She was so pitiful. His cold attitude seemed a bit too inhumane.

"You want to see the sea, right? I'll take you there, but you have to promise me not to run around..."

Just as they were talking, Mrs. Shu rushed over with a basket in her left hand and a rake in her right hand, "You kid, I told you to slow down but you didn't listen. How can you run so well with your short legs?"

"It's our adults' fault that the child ran away, don't blame her." The old patriarch helped Yan Yan speak, and then turned and pointed to the sea, "The child wants to see the sea, you can carry her there... Be careful next time you go out.

, look after the children.”

Mrs. Shu blinked her eyes and responded loudly: "Oh, okay, I understand, thank you, patriarch."

The old patriarch said nothing, waved his hand and left.

After the others left, Mrs. Shu looked at Yan Yan in confusion, "What's going on?"

Yan Yan shook her head, "I don't know."

At this time, three young people also came with tools.

When Mrs. Shu saw that everyone was here, she stopped worrying about it. She moved her arms and said, "Let's pick up some clams first. The chimney and other things have just been repaired. They will be sorted out in the evening. I will rake them. You can pick them up after rake."

, stay away, don’t rake anyone.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw off her arms and dug the rake into the sand. Wang, who came later, shouted from the side: "There are few goods here. If you go further, there will be something..."

Before he could finish his sentence, pieces of clams were turned over.

Several little ones swarmed up, grabbing and holding her. After a splashing sound, Yan Yan's small bamboo basket was full.

Wang: "..."

There's nothing wrong with her eyes, right?

Wang rubbed her eyes and moved forward again. This time she saw quite clearly. There were clams all under the sand, one next to another, just like a conference.

No, she has to try too.

"Zhiqiu, bring your rake!"

After getting the rake, Wang immediately raked it a few times. It seemed that the number of clams raked out was indeed more than before, but it was completely incomparable with the number raked out by Mrs. Shu.

Originally, she wanted to take this opportunity to teach Mrs. Shu her experience in catching the sea, but what else could she teach her?

In the face of good luck, experience is nothing!

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