Jiang Han didn't expect that there are so many little people in this world who burn themselves to illuminate others.

During the chat with the uncle, he learned that the uncle's surname was Qian, and they could call him Qian Bo.

Qian Bo guards the tower at night and sleeps during the day.

This small house next to the lighthouse is where he eats and washes clothes.

The space under the lighthouse is very narrow, and there is a very long vertical ladder connecting the middle part of the lighthouse.

If you want to sleep on the lighthouse, you must climb up this long ladder in this narrow space.

Lai Zhuang was a little scared, and with Jiang Han's encouragement, he also plucked up the courage to climb up.

The space on the lighthouse is not big, but it is still no problem for the three big men to sleep.

Qian Bo sleeps on another floor and does not disturb the three young people.

Because the lighthouse is high enough, even if Jiang Han and his friends do not climb to the top floor, they can see the sea far away through the small window here.

In this unfamiliar environment, Jiang Han looked at the waves rising and falling in the distance, and still felt that human beings were too small.

When he woke up, it was already very dark.

Jiang Han looked at the time. It was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

Perhaps it was too quiet here. He slept for a long time.

Lai Zhuang and Zhang Haidai were gone. They must have woken up long ago.

Jiang Han took out his mobile phone and checked it. Uncle Lai had already sent the crabs to Lihua Island.

Meng Guo also transferred the money. Minus Meng Guo's 10% profit, he received 103,500 yuan.

In other words, Wu Xinghua gave him a total of 115,000 yuan for this trip.

[Meng Guo: Jiang Han, you are still a bit capable. I tried the method you taught me and my sleep really improved. I don't know how long it will last. ]

Like counting crabs, it only works once.

[Jiang Han: It works. I'll think of other ways when it doesn't work. ]

There was no reply to the message Jiang Han sent, which means Meng Guo slept well.

Jiang Feng also transferred the money to Jiang Han.

[Jiang Feng: I sold all those scattered things to the Haolaiwang Restaurant for a total of 2,300 yuan. ]

[Jiang Feng: The people sent by your classmate also took the things away. ]

Jiang Han, Jiang Feng, and Zhang Haidai each have a key to the warehouse.

With Jiang Han and Zhang Haidai away, Jiang Feng had to handle the warehouse affairs.

Jiang Han took the 2,300 yuan and transferred another 23,600 yuan to Jiang Feng.

[Jiang Han: You are responsible for handling the butter crabs this time. This 10% profit is considered as you helping me to send express delivery. ]

If his sister hadn't helped him tie the crabs, he wouldn't have been able to sell his crabs at such a high price if he lost a net.

It's too easy to lose limbs if you put so many crabs together.

Once a crab has a broken leg, the price will be greatly discounted.

Jiang Han transferred Zhang Haidai's part of the income to Zhang Haidai.

Thinking of the nature of the system, Jiang Han went to the system's display panel to check it out.

Sure enough, this time the system exchanged the scanning range while he was sleeping.

All the money added up to 341,800 yuan.

The system points exchanged were also 341,800 yuan, and the total system points accumulated from the last time were 342,634 points.

After consuming 342,500 system points, there were 134 system points left.

And the seafood harvested this time also allowed him to exchange for a 685-meter scanning range.

Now the total scanning range is 7,965 meters.

It's really just a little bit away from the 8,000 scanning range.

This time, relying on those butter crabs, the harvest is still quite large.

Thinking about whether to put some more stinky fish on the boat, thinking of the smell of those stinky fish in the end, Jiang Han thought about it and gave up.

Some people say that inhaling the smell is the same as eating it.

It means that the three of them have eaten a certain amount of stinky fish.

It's okay if it happens once or twice, but if it happens all the time, he'll probably have health problems.

Last time he saw the news, a fisherman didn't clean his boat in time.

The smell of rotten fish and shrimp on the boat was so strong that he was poisoned. If he hadn't been rescued in time, he would have died.

He's not out of money now, so there's no need to make his boat smelly.

"Brother Han, are you awake?" Zhang Haidai climbed up the escalator.

He only knew that Jiang Han was awake when he saw the money Jiang Han transferred to him.

"Brother Han, Qian Bo is really a great chef. He cooked crabs, fried spicy snails, and stewed the sea anemones left over from yesterday. Go and try his cooking."

When Zhang Haidai climbed up, he was holding a flower roll in his hand, "This flower roll was also made by Qian Bo. Let's eat seafood with the flower roll."

Although Zhang Haidai didn't want to admit it, he had to say, "I always thoughtThe chef of Hollywood Hotel is the best. I didn't expect that Qian Bo's cooking skills are comparable to those of Hollywood Hotel's chef. "

Zhang Haidai has a filter for everything in Hollywood Hotel.

Jiang Han had seen Qian Bo's cooking skills yesterday. Not only is he comparable to the chef of Hollywood Hotel, but it should be said that he is several levels higher than the chef of Hollywood Hotel.

But he didn't say this in front of Zhang Haidai.

Jiang Han packed up and went to the small house next to the lighthouse.

It was also steamed crabs. For some reason, Qian Bo's was neither too old nor too tender, and the taste was just right.

"Qian Bo, you are really a chef who was delayed by the lighthouse."

Qian Bo laughed, and his expression today was much more than yesterday, "I'm just too free, and I'm just messing around. After practicing for so many years, even a fool can cook a good dish."

"No, Qian Bo, do you have a recipe? Why are each dish so delicious? "

He didn't see Qian Bo fiddling with his phone, so the recipes of these dishes were definitely not learned from TikTok.

Qian Bo smiled and took out a yellowed handwritten book from the drawer of the table, which contained the recipes of each dish.

"My ancestors are from Fengcheng, and my grandfather used to be the personal chef of a big shot."

Jiang Han's chopsticks almost fell on the table.

Fengcheng, big shot, and he said it so vaguely, it couldn't be...

Jiang Han calmed down and didn't guess anymore.

If it was true, it was a blessing that Qian Bo's family had not been liquidated before that era.

Jiang Han smiled at Qian Bo, "Qian Bo, your cooking skills are so good, when I open a restaurant one day, I must ask you to be the chef."

Qian Bo also smiled, "I'm old, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore. ”

For people nowadays, 60 is still a pretty strong age. Even if you retire, you can still work hard for another 10 years.

But Qian Bo has endured so many years on this deserted island, and he is finally going to make a name for himself. He must accompany his family after leaving the island.

Jiang Han doesn’t necessarily have to open a restaurant. His house is not yet built, and he hasn’t passed the driving test.

Since he wants to share half of the profits with his sister and brother-in-law, he must help them if they have any problems.

Jiang Han is still very busy, at least he doesn’t have the energy to do other things now.

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