Zhao Dahai woke up from sleep, saw that the time was already one o'clock in the afternoon, shook his head, he was too tired, he immediately got up, and as soon as he arrived in the yard, he immediately heard his grandmother Zhong Cuihua talking to a person.

"Yo!"

"These mussels are so big! Fat and big! ”

"I can sell it for a good price!"

……

"Humph!"

"Lei Dayou is lazy, and he doesn't make money when he puts it down."

……

Zhao Dahai walked out to see that it was Ma Hongyu and Lei Dayou, and his grandmother was turning over the mussel meat drying on the dustpan and straw mat. Ma Hongyu was talking and helping at the same time.

"The sea!"

"I'm awake!"

When Ma Hongyu saw Zhao Dahai coming out, she immediately said hello with a smile.

Lei Dayou took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Dahai.

Zhao Dahai immediately shook his head, blocked his hand, he didn't smoke, squatted down and stretched out his hand to pinch the mussel meat, the sun was dry and the sea breeze was strong, the moisture was a lot less, it was a little hard, and it could be dried in two or three days.

"The sea!"

"Or do you have brains."

Lei Da took a little cigarette, took a puff, and looked at the mussel meat on the several large dustpans and straw mats in front of him, and his mood was a little complicated. The annual high tide is a good opportunity for each village to dig mussels, and everyone can get a hundred and eighty catties, but everyone goes ashore and sells them directly to buyers, and few of them dry them themselves.

"What is worth the effort of one hundred and eighty pounds?"

Zhao Dahai smiled. The dried food of mussels is only one-tenth of that of fresh food. In the village, everyone digs only 180 catties of mussels, only 40 or 50 catties of less strength and laziness, and only 7 or 8 catties of 100 catties of dried goods, and no more than 10 catties.

The price of mussels is not high, and there are too many people digging at low tide, so buyers take the opportunity to lower the price, and a pound will not exceed five yuan, and even only two or three yuan for a small one. The price of dry goods will not be less than 50 yuan a catty. Take 100 catties of fresh mussels as an example, fresh goods can generally be sold for 300 yuan, and dried goods can be sold for 4 or 500 yuan, which is about the same. If you only pull back 180 catties, it is not cost-effective to remove the labor, you can't make much more money, and it's not worth the effort to suffer, and if you have this time to do something else, maybe you can make more money or be more cost-effective.

Why did you pull it back to dry? The point is that the quantity is large enough, more than a thousand catties. 1,000 catties of fresh goods can only survive 500 yuan. Dry goods are different, you can hold them in your hands, sell them early and sell them later, there is no such thing as price reduction. In addition, the key is to be able to dry seventy or eighty catties or even one hundred catties of dry goods, fifty-one catties, as little as three thousand or more than five thousand, and the hard work of the cooking and drying process is very cost-effective.

"That's right!"

"One hundred and eighty pounds is not worth it, but a thousand hundred and eight pounds is different!"

Lei Dayou's face was even more complicated, and as soon as he looked at the amount of these mussels dried on the dustpan and straw mat, he knew that Zhao Dahai had pulled back more than 1,000 catties of mussels on a motorcycle this trip. Motorbike under Hellad mussels? Who wants to know that? However, Zhao Dahai does this and can really run a motorcycle in the sea.

The sun rises higher and higher.

Zhao Dahai squatted on the threshold of the yard with a bowl and drank porridge in a big gulp, it was already noon, so he simply changed two meals into one meal, Lei Dayou and Ma Hongyu left early, but from time to time someone in the village went to the courtyard to take a few turns, all to see the mussels that were drying in the sun. Grandma Zhong Cuihua was wearing a straw hat and was flipping mussels, which had to be flipped from time to time to dry evenly in order to sell at a good price.

Zhao Dahai took a bite of the salted fish, and condescendingly looked at the sea in the distance, which is now full of seawater, and the next big low tide will be full of motorcycles. Why didn't the people in the village do this? No one in front of me could have imagined that the sea was full of sand or mud, and it was even worse for people to get stuck in the bicycle after walking a few steps. But in front of my own village, it is different, there is a place where sand and reefs are mixed together, and I can really run a motorcycle. Don't want to get a motorcycle? It depends on whether you can make money, and if you can make money, you must be willing to do it. Why do the people of the village walk around the courtyard from time to time? I just want to see how many mussels I can pull back at the end of the day, don't look at how many books I haven't read, but I'm not stupid, on the contrary, I'm shrewd, and I will know if I can do this thing immediately after calculating the account. If you have a large family, don't say that you can pull back a thousand catties or two thousand catties, don't you earn thousands of yuan now? Earned a motorcycle in one day, who doesn't know this account? Don't say that you are willing to pay 350,000 yuan for 350,000 motorcycles, maybe someone has to get a small three-wheeler or something, this is not an impossible thing.

"Grandma!"

"Take a break!"

Zhao Dahai shouted.

Zhong Cuihua flipped through it all before stopping.

Zhao Dahai pulled a low stool and rested it beside him.

"It's really big!"

"I can sell it for a good price."

"It's a pity that there are too many people on the next trip, and it's not easy to get it!"

Zhong Cuihua took off her straw hat and fanned the wind like a fan in her right hand, the weather was hot, so it was cooler.

"Grandma!"

"Let's not join in the excitement next time! Do something else, or sleep at home. ”

Zhao Dahai was happy. My grandmother is not old and confused at all, shrewd, seeing that she has brought back so many mussels on this trip, especially the people in the village coming and going one after another, knowing that the next big ebb tide will be crowded by the whole village, and the surrounding villages will not let go either. There are indeed many mussels in the sea, but they can't stand more people, everyone wants to do a big job, there are more monks and less porridge, and there are definitely not many people who are distributed to everyone. Scratched? It's impossible. There are more people. There are few people who make money, or they see that hard work is not cost-effective. There are fewer people, the wildfires are not burned out, the spring breeze blows and grows again, and the mussels grow again.

"Okay!"

"Let's not join in the fun."

Zhong Cuihua patted her knees, squinting at the mussels drying on the dustpan and straw mat not far away, earning thousands of yuan in a few days, which was worth the hard work.

Sun Minghua glanced at the mussels drying in front of Zhao Dahai's house, pushed open the yard door and entered the house, put down the fishing net, walked to the faucet, unscrewed it and lowered its head to drink it directly, and poured it into his stomach.

Sun Minghua wiped his mouth, sat on the threshold of the hall, picked up the hookah on the side of the wall, lit the fire, and smoked it in a big gulp, his face was very ugly. Zhao Dahai is like a different person, a village, everything is in his eyes, and he knows that in less than half a month, he has made a lot of money. It's okay for other people to make money, but it's just a red eye, but he has offended Zhao Dahai, and the better Zhao Dahai lives, the more trouble he will have.

"Damn!"

"Who would have thought this kid would be so capable?"

The more Sun Minghua thought about it, the more he regretted it, it was really not cost-effective to offend Zhao Dahai a little, but this thing had already been done, and the water that was spilled could not be recovered.

It's getting late.

Zhao Dahai turned over the mussel meat, the time of the day has been seven or eight minutes dry, tomorrow another day can be used to sell for money, thinking of saving enough money to repair the fishing boat and one step closer, I couldn't help but be excited, very much looking forward to it, seeing grandma Zhong Cuihua come out, smiled and said that he had just turned it over.

Zhong Cuihua walked to the edge of the dustpan, reached out and grabbed a few mussels, pinched them hard, and nodded, it was really good.