Space Fisherwoman: Going fishing in the sea and getting rich

After a while, four more sea cucumbers were found.

Xiao Xuanli put the sea cucumber into the wooden barrel and shoveled it according to the place Song Chuman pointed.

But this time, it was different.

Song Chuman took the seafood in her hand with surprise, "It's actually a cuttlefish, it's bigger than Brother Li's palm. Today's harvest is not bad. I actually found something I didn't find before."

Xiao Xuanli suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment.

This cuttlefish was something that Song Chuman had never found before.

Song Chuhuai suddenly asked: "Sister, why is this called cuttlefish?"

Song Chuman fiddled with the cuttlefish, and her hands suddenly turned black. "Look, when it encounters a threat, it can spray out ink, forming a black mist in the water, thus escaping from its natural enemies. That's why it's called a cuttlefish."

Song Chuhuai looked curious, "Can this cuttlefish ink be used for writing?"

Song Chuman shook her head: "No, the ink from cuttlefish is different from the ink ground from the inkstone. The characters will gradually become unclear after writing for a while."

The ink spit out by cuttlefish is mainly composed of protein, which will fade over time.

Song Chuhuai nodded: "Is this ink poisonous?"

Song Chuman: "No, for most people, but if you are allergic to seafood, for example, if you get a rash after eating seafood, then it is poisonous. But this cuttlefish is delicious, especially when grilled. It is really delicious. And this is considered a small one. I heard that some cuttlefish can grow as big as our washbasins."

As she said this, she actually swallowed her saliva.

Grilled cuttlefish, I haven’t eaten it for a long time.

The others saw this and smiled barely audibly.

Although this child knows a lot and looks like an adult, he is still a six-year-old child after all.

Song Chuhuai was looking forward to it very much, he also wanted to eat it.

Song Chuman smiled and said, "Leave one for yourself to eat later."

Song Chuhuai's eyes lit up: "Thank you, sister."

Under the guidance of Song Chuman, Xiao Xuanli dug more than ten places in a row and found only cuttlefish.

Seeing that his master had been shoveling for a long time, Ziyuan suggested, "Master, let me do it, don't get tired."

Xiao Xuanli was also a person who doted on his subordinates. Although he was not tired, seeing Ziyuan eager to try, he had to hand him the shovel.

Song Chuman smiled.

Good, another free laborer.

Song Chuman pointed to a spot and said, "Shovel here, shovel hard."

Ziyuan nodded, quickly squatted down, and with one shovel, seven or eight clams appeared.

Song Chuman picked them up one by one and washed them. "These are clams. Brother Ziyuan, you are amazing."

It was the first time that Ziyuan was praised by a six-year-old child. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he was still somewhat proud of himself.

Xiao Xuanli said dimly: "Since you are so powerful, keep up the good work and continue to shovel."

Zi Tan's mouth twitched.

Ziyuan didn't hear the hidden meaning in Xiao Xuanli's words, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll help shovel."

Song Chuman went to other white spots.

Ziyuan continued to help shovel.

The next dozen or so white spots are all clams, and they are about the same size.

After shoveling the last spot, Song Chuman wiped the sweat from her forehead and took a look inside the wooden barrel.

Although not all five barrels were full, it was still good and I would definitely be able to make more money than in the previous few days.

The problem is that the clam shell is big but the meat is small, so it takes up too much space.

Sun Xiaohe came over to the cart and took a look, then poked his hands excitedly, "Today's items are what we didn't have yesterday, not bad, the shopkeeper will definitely like it."