Early morning.

The sun has just risen.

Seinfeld stood on the deck and stretched hard.

Another day and a night passed.

It was the morning of the third day of sailing.

In the past two days and two nights, it is not that no fish have been found, and even some good schools of fish have been found, but they are not big yellow croaker at all.

If it's a very large school of fish, you definitely have to catch it, but these schools are not particularly large.

The largest school of fish is only about 100 mackerel, and the size of these mackerel is not particularly large, only half a meter, about six or seven catties.

If it was an ordinary fishing boat, if it found such a school of fish, it would definitely have to be caught, but Seinfeld didn't pay attention to it at all.

Just give up.

If it's a mackerel with a very large head, let's say more than a meter.

Especially if the school of fish is relatively large, let's say three to five hundred.

Seinfeld will never be polite, and immediately put a row of hooks to catch these mackerel.

Seinfeld unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, poured a little and wiped it casually in the palm of his hand, as if he was washing his face.

The most precious resource on the sea is fresh water.

Although I brought out enough supplies on this trip to the sea, I didn't know when I would be able to find the fish of the big yellow croaker.

Seinfeld looked down and sniffed his clothes, a smell of sweat mixed with fishy smells.

"Hey!"

"Who says you can't be a salted fish!?"

Seinfeld smiled and shook his head, that's how life is when you go out to sea to fish.

Seinfeld simply boiled a little something, a pot of noodles, and after it was cooked, he scooped up a dozen nine-section shrimp that were originally used as bait from the live cabin, threw them into the pot, and turned red in a blink of an eye, beckoning Shi Tiezhu to hurry up and eat breakfast.

Eating Tiezhu ate very quickly, it took less than five or six minutes to eat, and when a bowl of noodles filled his stomach, he immediately went back to continue driving the fishing boat.

Seinfeld took a big bite of the noodles, and suddenly, he felt the sea breeze blowing, and the back of his head was a little cold.

Seinfeld frowned and immediately stood up, the sea breeze was blowing more intensely at this time, and it was getting colder and colder.

Seinfeld's face became a little solemn, even a little ugly.

"Brother Song."

"How do I think the weather might have to change?"

Shi Tiezhu shouted.

Seinfeld nodded.

Bursts of cold wind mean that the weather will change soon.

What to do?

Are you going back to the dock now?

Seinfeld hesitated.

I came out for two days and two nights, and found nothing.

Now, if you go back, it will be the real thing, and the bamboo basket will be empty.

Seinfeld was very unwilling, pondered for a while, and simply decided to wait.

If the weather continues to deteriorate, or even if there is a strong wind, I will definitely have to go back.

If it's windy but not particularly strong, keep tracking the fish.

Seinfeld was not in the mood at this time, continued to eat breakfast, threw the plate in his hand with noodles directly on the deck, stood on the bow of the boat against the blowing sea breeze, carefully observing the sea surface, but at this time the attention was not only focused on finding fish, but also on the sea, especially the direction of the sea breeze.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The sun has risen.

But there was no heat.

Seinfeld's face became more solemn and ugly.

There are already quite a few fishing boats passing by, and all of them are heading back to the pier.

It is clear that he is aware of the change in the weather, and he is rushing back for safety.

To go back or not to go back?

Seinfeld looked at the fishing boats passing in front of him one after another, and instead of being in a hurry, he became more calm.

Even thirty years later, weather forecasts have become so well developed that sea fishermen are inevitably exposed to sudden changes in sea conditions.

It's just the early nineties.

Weather forecasts are not so developed.

It is very normal for people who go out to sea to fish and encounter changing weather, and even in a sense, the head of people who go out to sea to fish is actually tied to the waistband of their trousers.

Seinfeld was very calm.

The weather must have changed, there's no doubt about that.

At that time, the matter of whether to end fishing and return to the dock had to be seriously considered.

The decisive factor is whether the sudden wind is dangerous at this time.

You can't follow the crowd, you can't watch the fishing boats around you return to the dock, you have to follow behind and slip away.

You have to be able to make accurate judgments, which is actually a compulsory lesson for fishermen.

Seinfeld knew that if he was really a hairy young man in his early twenties, he would definitely have to go back to the dock immediately in the face of such weather and sea conditions, but in fact he was a real veteran driver with many years of fishing experience.

Seinfeld stood at the bow of the fishing boat, very calm, temporarily gave up looking for fish, and concentrated on distinguishing which direction the sea breeze was blowing from, people who went out to fish, especially experienced fishermen, were very aware of the wind at sea, some were very scary, some were not so scary, there was a very big difference.

When Seinfeld first started, he found that the wind direction was not fixed, sometimes it was easterly, sometimes it was southerly, and sometimes it was even northerly.

Song Feiyun was not in a hurry, he just let Shi Tiezhu slow down the speed of the fishing boat, half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, the waves were getting higher and higher, the fishing boat was very bumpy and undulating, the sea water hit the fishing boat, and the clothes were almost soaked.

Seinfeld didn't care at all, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Southerly!

The erratic wind direction has finally settled, and it's a south wind!

Seinfeld couldn't help but clench his fist hard, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

If it is a north wind blowing now, especially if the north wind is getting stronger and stronger, white waves appear on the sea, the legendary white-headed waves.

I must have been able to just hold my tail and leave immediately to rush back to the docks.

But if it's a southerly wind.

Although the waves may be larger.

But the danger is not particularly high.

Seinfeld looked at the surrounding sea with wide eyes, there was not a single fishing boat, needless to say, he must have seen the weather change, and all of them ran out.

Wealth and danger are sought.

Seinfeld wiped a handful of seawater from his face.

If you can't bear the pressure just now, you will follow other fishing boats back to the dock.

A trip to the sea to catch a fish can only end in failure.

There are big fish in strong winds and waves.

Now it's a southerly wind and the waves are bigger.

This is the state of the sea where large schools of fish are most likely to be found.

Seinfeld knew very well that now was the best time for him to find the fish of the big yellow croaker.