Everyone was ordered to turn the rudder and sail back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although there are still a very small number of fishing boats, and the harvest is not full, but compared with the past, they are all shotguns for guns, and now it is not what it used to be.

So, even though the warehouse was not full, everyone was satisfied, went home happily, sold the fish early, and reunited with their families.

There are even some bold fishermen who spontaneously organized, pooled money, and invited the ghost Taoist to drink.

The ghost chief is also not polite, and eats and drinks with everyone.

As for the five percent commission, the ghost chief doesn't care.

However, Zhong Lao was six pounds and a catty, took the book every day, kept accounts on the beach, collected everyone's commission, and sent it to the ghost chief.

The days went by like this.

The ghost chief takes everyone to fish every day, and every day he returns with a full load, and then drinks wine and eats meat.

Other than that, the ghost path chief doesn't do anything.

The old ghost Song Youfu was a little puzzled, and asked privately: "Dao Chief, we have been here for some time, why haven't we seen any movement?" Does the Taoist really want to be here, a fisherman, until the end of his life? ”

"The time has not come, there is no hurry." The ghost path chief smiled.

In the blink of an eye, the Spring Festival is approaching, and the fishermen are worried that Uncle Lin will return to his hometown for the New Year and will never return, so they asked Zhong Lao Liu to test Uncle Lin's tone.

If Uncle Lin leaves like this, it will be the God of Wealth who is gone!

Zhong Lao Liu came on order and asked, "Uncle Lin, it's about to be the New Year, do you plan to go back to your hometown for the New Year?" Everyone is reluctant to let you go, and wants to keep you here for the New Year. ”

The ghost path chief laughed and said, "I originally planned to go back, but since everyone is reluctant, then I will stay." ”

Zhong Lao Liu was overjoyed and said: "Uncle Lin, don't worry, you stay here for the New Year, we will keep you comfortable and comfortable, and keep it to make your life lively!" ”

After getting Uncle Lin's exact words, Zhong Lao Liu immediately fed back the good news to everyone.

The fishermen were even happier and immediately arranged everything for Uncle Lin during the Spring Festival, from Chinese New Year's Eve to the fifteenth day of the first month, where to spend it, who to accompany him, what to eat and drink, there were detailed arrangements.

This Spring Festival, the ghost road chief had a very pleasant time.

After being with the fishermen for a long time, the ghost Taoist also felt the straightforwardness and hospitality of the land of Qilu. Compared with the indifference between people in the Hong Kong government, the ghost Taoist inevitably sighed.

After the Spring Festival, the temple will sacrifice to the sea on the eighth day of the first month, and go to sea on the ninth day of the first month to continue fishing.

The ghost chief did his best to lead everyone through the wind and waves.

The fishermen followed the Taoist, and almost every day they returned with a full load, and they became rich as soon as they lived.

In a blink of an eye, it was the second day of February, the day when the dragon raised its head, and everyone rested for a day, and carried out the activities of worshiping the Dragon King Temple.

After the worship service, it is still a dinner party.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, the ghost Taoist slowly stood up, raised his hand, and said loudly: "Everyone be quiet and listen to me for a few words." ”

"Uncle Lin, say it, everyone listens!" Everyone said.

The scene fell silent in an instant.

"Thank you for your promotion and trust in me, I am old and decayed, and I can live up to expectations, in the past two months, with everyone, I have made a little money more or less and solved the basic problems of life." The Ghost Daoist smiled, changed his words, and said, "However, I'm sorry to tell you that the good days have come to an end. From now on, fishing will never be easier! ”

The audience was taken aback, and those drunken men were so frightened that they woke up from their wines, and looked at the ghost Taoist with sweaty faces.

The ghost Taoist didn't speak, looked around the audience, frowned and sighed.

After a long time, everyone came to their senses and shouted:

"Uncle Lin, why can't we fish like this again in the future? Are you old and leaving? ”

"Uncle Lin, stay here, we will give you a pension!"

"Uncle Lin, did we fish too much and annoy the Dragon King?"

"Uncle Lin......"

Uncle Lin waved his hand and said, "It's not ......."

"Why is that? Uncle Lin, you should tell us all! Zhong Lao Liu was the most anxious, stepped forward and begged, and said, "Uncle Lin, just tell me the reason, as long as there is a way to solve it, we will all listen to you!" ”

Zhong Laoliu has made a fortune, and he earns more than 1,000 every day, and he has already made a lot of money. But he doesn't like a lot of money, and he definitely doesn't want to stop there.

The Ghost Dao Chief waved his hand again, quieted everyone down, and said, "Everyone, to tell you the truth, I dreamed last night that the gods pointed out that the fish in the nearby shallow waters have been wiped out. Starting tomorrow, don't expect to have a good harvest. ”

"Uncle Lin, maybe this dream is not accurate?" Zhong Laoliu said with a glimmer of hope.

"Nonsense, every time the gods give me a dream, it's very accurate, but this time it's not allowed?" The ghost Taoist glared and said, "If you don't believe it, go out and try it tomorrow, and you'll know!" ”

After that, the ghost chief brushed his sleeves and went directly to the beach, got on his own fishing boat, and fell asleep.

Zhong Laoliu and the others followed, guarding the side of the fishing boat with sad faces one by one, and did not dare to disturb Uncle Lin, waiting patiently.

The next morning, everyone gathered around the Taoist chief and asked, "Uncle Lin, did you dream of a god last night, did you say anything?" ”

The Ghost Dao Chief shook his head, his brow furrowed.

Everyone begged: "Uncle Lin, why don't you take us to the sea and try your luck?" Even if you can't catch a fish, we won't blame you. ”

"Yes, Uncle Lin, let's go to sea and try it, shall we?" Zhong Lao Liu said pitifully.

The other fishermen all opened their mouths to plead, and everyone's faces were full of sorrow.

"Well, since everyone insists, let's go out to sea and give it a try, so that you will die." The ghost chief sighed and waved his hand: "Pack up the guys and get ready to go to sea!" ”

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, drove their own boats, and went out to sea in a procession.

But this time was different from the previous elation, and everyone was in a worried mood and their faces were heavy.

At seven o'clock I went out to sea, and after nine o'clock, I entered the fishing area.

As before, the ghost chief instructed everyone to go down to the net to fish.

Sure enough, it's very strange, today the net is empty, and there is not a single fish at all!

I was busy until noon, and there was not a single fish, not even a single scale.

The fishermen ran out of ideas, so they drove over one after another, and asked around the ghost chief, "Uncle Lin, what's going on?" Why is there not a single fish left? ”

The Ghost Dao Leader shook his head and said, "Otherwise, let's spread out a little bit and go to another place." ”

The crowd had no choice but to continue to drive the boat, wandering around the fishing area, and casting the net according to their feelings.

But in the nearby seas, where fishing boats can reach, there is no harvest. Even if some small fish are caught, they are pitifully few, and even the money for cigarettes is not enough.

(To be continued.) )