Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 528: Reward for Monkey Head!

Toad Cave.

The blue animal skin is spread out, releasing coolness.

Large groups of toads were squatting in rows, their heads moving and croaking.

The fat catfish poked its head out, but couldn't see clearly. It flicked its tail and squeezed out from between the waists of the two big frogs, then swam to the front row.

Seeing that it was a frog that was born without legs, the frog guerrilla scratched its belly, held the anchor tightly, and ignored it.

"Do we need to cut the land and catch monkeys when there are worms?"

"Does the Zerg still have territory in the east? Didn't they give it all to the Ironhead?"

"They said they kept some of it."

"What does a white ape look like?"

"Stupid frog, a white ape must look like a white ape."

"You are the stupid frog! What if there are a lot of white apes in the swamp?"

The two big frogs quarreled, had a few words, pinched each other's necks, and rolled on the ground.

"My Lord, my Lord, shall we go look for that white ape?"

The frog guerrilla avoided the fight between the two frogs and raised its webbed feet to suppress the smoke and dust.

Without waiting for the king to respond, the old toad suddenly jumped high, grabbed the frog's chin with its claws and webbed feet, and dragged it violently, pulling it in front of its eyes, with a look of disappointment in the frog's eyes.

"Stupid! Are you going to do this fish-loss business?"

The frog guerrilla was grabbed by the chin and fell to the ground, shaking his head hurriedly: "No, no, but, it's such a big piece of land..."

"Quack, the frogs understand!" Big Fatty clapped his fist to attract the attention of the frogs, "The elder means that the white ape is more valuable than the territory!"

The frog guerrilla thought for a moment, and his eyes lit up.

The old toad gave Big Fatty a look of approval, let go of the frog guerrilla, and paced in front of the frogs with his flippers on his back.

"It's profitable! Only worms would do business with the earth. If we let them make money, then the frog tribe will lose money, right?"

hiss!
"The elder is wise!"

The frog guerrilla was defeated.

The old toad raised his frog head high: "We, the frog tribe, should not be limited to the gains and losses of a corner or a place, but should focus on the entire swamp! Even beyond the swamp!"

"It appears. The elder's amazing wisdom!"

"With the elders leading us and the king being so brave, the frog tribe will surely prosper!"

"The long worms can't make any money, but the frogs make a lot of money. As one gains, the other loses. The claws cut the long worms and the anchor smashes the iron head. The Jianghuai and Daze are all in the bag! Frog survival is easy!" Erpang flipped his claw webs.

“Thriving!”

The frog guerrillas raised the anchor high, and in an instant there was a roar of mountains and seas.

Fat catfish were mixed in with the fish, their long tentacles twitching as they pulled up the algae and waved their arms in cheers.

The toad rubbed the blue hide, slid halfway down, and stared at the ceiling of the cave with its frog eyes.

The elders’ analysis should never be ignored, but the results given should be carefully considered.

It had never seen a white ape, but it had seen Liang Qu.

Liang Qu is a white ape?
How can a demon turn into a human?

Toad pondered.

……

The sails swelled, the belly of the boat hit the waves, and white foam surged to both sides.

Liang Qu grabbed the rope, put it over his shoulders, and followed behind the fleet, with the warm water splashing on his bare chest.

"The one who captured and killed the ape will be made a small pillar of Jianghuai? Will we cede another piece of land in the east?"

What a generous act!

There are four major ethnic groups and many vassal states, just like the large number of small tributary states around Dashun.

In the May Vision War, we saw lantern fish and porcupine fish clinging to ironhead fish...

Obviously, compared to the last slogan, Jiaolong has offered tangible benefits this time, and huge benefits at that. He vowed to mobilize small and medium-sized tribes in the entire Jianghuai Lake to search for the trace of the white ape!
"Master Liang, the iced mung bean soup is ready."

The soldier came to the stern to greet them.

Liang Qu pulled with his big arm and flew down to the deck.

After drinking a bowl of cold soup, all the pores on my body contracted and some of my sorrow was released.

Looking out at the vast lake, my mind suddenly becomes broad.

It doesn't matter.

Those who know the inside story either won't tell or can't tell.

The dragon turned the swamp upside down but still couldn't find a single monkey hair!
As for myself...

The Ghost Mother Cult is restless, and it is almost two decades since the Dragon King disappeared.

During this period of rapid change, Dashun gradually began to attach importance to the Jianghuai Lake, on which it once relied for its prosperity, and frequently dispatched personnel to maintain stability.

Whether it was the establishment of Pingyang Prefecture or the enfeoffment of Ningjiang Prefecture to the Martial Saint, or even the construction of a canal, they were all targeted measures.

There is no reason not to use the opponent's force to counter the opponent's force. "I found the fish! It looks like a pearl fish!"

"Pearl fish? White pearls, silver pearls?"

"It should be Silver Pearl!"

"Quick, drop the net!"

"Be careful, there's another monster!"

"I come!"

Liang Qu drew out his arrow and drew his bow.

into the night.

The soldier stretched out his long pole, and a bright orange-red light shone on the bow.

Countless schools of fish swam around and jumped, and the net boats caught them in nets, which were then hoisted onto the deck by martial artists pulling ropes.

Wow.

Fish and shrimp slid and spread out, covering the entire deck, all of them jumping around lively.

The boatmen picked out the valuable fish and threw the remaining miscellaneous fish into the water one shovel at a time using iron shovels.

The fishing for treasure fish continues day and night.

The cost is even lower at night.

To find the whereabouts of the treasure fish, there is no need to add large amounts of bait. Just light a fire stick and a small amount of bait to spread the scent. Then use the phototaxis of some treasure fish to catch them.

“It’s very profitable.”

Liang Qu was on duty, leaning back in a recliner. Seeing the harvest, he asked someone to bring him paper and pen to do a little calculation.

The fleet fishes in shifts for twelve hours a day without rest. Led by experienced people, they can fish several times. The deeper they go into the lake, the higher the quality of the clustered precious fish.

For hammerhead fish that are new to deep water, three of them are comparable to one tiger grouper or red blood bass. Today, one and a half to two "white pearls" are basically enough, and the quality is greatly improved. Some "silver pearls" are even of higher quality than red blood bass!

After one cast of the net, we found hundreds of fish!

A pound of red blood sea bass meat costs a little over one tael of silver, and large quantities are charged at one tael of silver. With several trades a day, plus the rare fish that come in here and there, the income is at least a few hundred taels, and sometimes even thousands!

“You can’t just count the income.”

Liang Qu moved his wrist, drew a circle with the charcoal pencil, and added another line downwards.

The cost of bait and fire sticks, the time spent in deep water, wages paid to people, and the maintenance, repairs and depreciation of the boat after it returns.

There are 1,500 people, among whom nearly 1,000 are warriors above the second level. They cannot be dismissed with just a few hundred copper coins.

"The Hebo Office has tentatively decided to share one share among four people. After one trip, we will get four or five hundred taels, which should be a few dozen small merits."

Liang Qu made a rough estimate.

After working for less than a month, he earned four to five hundred taels of silver, plus several dozen other minor rewards.

Compared with the 200,000 taels of savings in his pocket, it may seem like not much, just a drizzle, but it is actually a huge profit.

The bulk of Liang Qu's fortune came from the sale of strange ship tickets and the two waves of searches for mermaid remains. All of them were windfall and floating wealth. How could he make so much money every time?
Including monthly salary and annual salary...

If you work harder, you, as an honest official of the sixth rank, can earn a stable monthly income of several hundred yuan, close to a thousand taels!

"Hey, hey, don't throw away the prawns. Pick a few pounds and send them to the kitchen. Make some shrimp soup while they're fresh. I'm hungry." Xiang Fangsu, who was also a night watchman, jumped over from the opposite boat, told the boatman a few words, and came forward. "What are you doing? Writing or drawing, holding a grudge?"

"Calculate how much money you can get for each trip."

"How much did you calculate?"

"Four or five hundred taels, some small merit?"

"Four or five hundred taels? Haha, more than that." Xiang Fangsu brought a stool and sat down.

"more than?"

"How much do you think a treasure fish should be sold for?"

"Weighing by the pound... Are they selling by the tail?"

"Of course it's by kilogram, but it's different from the way you usually buy treasure fish. When our ship arrives at the shore, the big merchants who received the news arrive early and buy up all at once. Do you think it will be cheaper to buy in bulk?"

"no?"

"No, they just buy and sell at a normal price, because their profit is not in the price difference." Xiang Fangsu counted on his fingers, "For a precious fish, the fish meat is sold to warriors; the fish bones and fins are crushed to make porpoise feed or made into elixirs;

Fish gills, fish intestines, and fish blood can be dried, minced, and made into bait pills, which we can sell to us at a discount. It is useless to others if they buy them, and they cannot afford to form such a large fleet, so we can lower the price to a very low level.

So you understand, there was only one trip in April, and the cycle was not established. After this trip, the process will be established, and the cost of bait balls can be reduced by half! It’s a good job that many people are eager to get, but there is no way! "

“It’s great to be an official.”

Liang Qu leaned back on the recliner, swaying.

I used to fish myself.

Now leading a fishing team.

There are more boats.

There are more people here.

(End of this chapter)