Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea

When Fu Wan woke up, it was already bright daylight. Sunlight streamed through the window onto the floor of the room. Outside, everything was peaceful and tranquil, as if the storm of the previous day had never happened.

She didn't know what time it was, she got up quickly, washed up, opened the lid of the pot and saw the breakfast Ye Xiaocui had left for her.

My goodness, doesn't her mother get tired? She didn't sleep all night last night and she can still make breakfast this morning.

He must have prepared breakfast as soon as he got back from delivering the abalone early this morning!

Fu Wan guessed the truth. After she quickly ate a steamed bun, she knocked on the door and entered Fu Ming's room.

"Brother, the weather outside is nice. Do you want me to open the window for you to get some sun?"

Fu Ming was lying in bed bored. The wound on his leg started to itch last night, but it didn't hurt anymore. He didn't know if it was numb or the medicine was working.

"Open the window, please, and get me some books to read. I'm really bored."

There was also a half-assembled small radio on Fu Ming's bed, which was made from scrap parts he had picked up at a scrap collection station.

He was halfway through the assembly when a part was missing and he couldn't go on. He was feeling very irritated. When he saw Fu Wan, he remembered that she used to like reading storybooks, so he quickly asked her to get a few to pass the time.

The Fu siblings had attended junior high school before, but neither of them was admitted to high school. Coincidentally, their family didn't have money at the time, so both of them could only read and write.

After his reminder, Fu Wan remembered that there was a notebook in the cabinet in her room that she had collected before getting married. She quickly took it out, dusted it off, and gave it to Fu Ming.

"Xiao Cui, is Xiao Cui here?"

A questioning voice came from the door. Fu Wan put down the book and quickly pushed the door open.

"Who?"

The visitor's eyes lit up when he saw Fu Wan, and then he handed over the thing in his hand.

"Awan, I'm Aunt Wang. Thank you so much for saving my daughter last night. Aqing, quickly bow to your sister Wan!"

Fu Qing, who was hiding behind Wang Xiuer at first, stood up and smiled at Fu Wan when he saw her coming out, then bent down and bowed to her.

"Thank you, Awan, for saving me!"

Fu Wan looked at the woman in front of her who was half a head taller than her. She smiled with her eyebrows curved and two long braids hanging in front of her chest.

She was a little surprised, "Auntie, is Sister Qingqing okay now?"

When Fu Qing was ten years old, she fell down. Her mother said that she didn't remember anything after she woke up. Her mother, who used to study with her, dropped out of school and went home.

Normally, when I see Fu Qing, he seems to be silly and slow in doing things, but now he seems to be much better than before.

Wang Xiuer was so happy when she talked about this that she couldn't stop smiling. "Thanks to you, Ah Qing went home last night and slept, and she developed a fever at night. I gave her half a tablet of Analgin last night, and I didn't expect that she could speak more fluently this morning when she woke up!"

"Aunt, my sister Qingqing is fine now. Good days are yet to come!"

Wang Xiuer became even happier when she heard this, and stuffed the chicken in her hand into Fu Wan's hand.

"Awan, you know that my house doesn't have much. I've remembered you saving Aqing yesterday. This chicken is a laying hen, and I've already packed it up.

Just consider this as your aunt's way of repaying you. If you need any help later, just come to me!"

Fu Wan looked at the plucked chicken in her hand and dared not take it. "Auntie, you can't do this. I would save anyone else.

Sister Qingqing is just fine, you can take it back to nourish her body. If I take it back, my mother will scold me!"

Wang Xiuer raised her eyebrows, "How can your mother be so unreasonable? Listen to me and take it back!"

After saying that, she placed the basket of vegetables and the chicken at Fu Wan's feet. Before Fu Wan could chase after her, Widow Wang took her daughter and ran away.

Fu Qing was pulled by her mother and ran for several steps before turning back to look at Fu Wan. When she met Fu Wan's gaze, she smiled again.

"Mom, I must have seen this sister before. Did I go to school with her when I was a child? Does she have an older brother at home?"

Wang Xiuer pulled her daughter along as she answered, "Yes, yes, her brother is A Ming, and that's A Wan. Now that you can speak so many words, that's good."

The mother and daughter chatted all the way, while Fu Wan looked at the basket at her feet and felt troubled.

"Mom!" Shen Lingling, who had just said goodbye to Xiaohong's house next door, was about to go home to drink some water. When she came out, she saw her mother standing at the gate of the yard.

The little guy flew into Fu Wan's arms like a happy little bird, and then saw the plucked chicken at Fu Wan's feet.

"Mom, was our Xiaohua killed?"

Shen Lingling's tears came suddenly. The little flower she fed every day was killed. But the chicken soup seemed to be very delicious too.

Fu Wan was a little amused and pulled her into the house with the basket. "This isn't Xiaohua, it's a thank-you gift from another aunt to our family."

"Why thank you?"

"Because my mother saved an aunt who fell into the water."

As she was speaking, Ye Xiaocui's door was pushed open from the inside. Ye Xiaocui came out rubbing her waist and yawning. She saw the chicken on the ground at a glance, and her sleepiness was instantly scared away.

"Wan girl, why did you kill the chicken?"

"I didn't kill it. Aunt Wang sent it here to thank her for saving Sister Qingqing last night."

"Oh, it's such a pity to kill this laying hen!" Ye Xiaocui looked regretful. Wang Xiuer's husband died early, and she was raising her daughter alone. Her daughter was a little stupid, so she was also a pitiful person.

"Your aunt was afraid we wouldn't accept it, so she killed it and sent it to us."

"Forget it, I'll make a bowl of soup and send it to her house. Put some extra meat in it. Qing girl has suffered too."

Having said that, Fu Wan agreed. The hen was only about three pounds, so she simply cooked the whole thing, added some previously dried cuttlefish and scallops, and simmered it over low heat.

After a while, the aroma of chicken mixed with the fragrance of cuttlefish and scallops filled the entire yard.

Even Fu Ming who was in the room could smell it.

The neighbors outside were even more vocal.

"Xiao Cui, what are you cooking that smells so good?"

"Ah Qing's mother brought this chicken to thank my Ah Wan for saving her daughter!"

"Oh, no wonder!"

At this moment, the gate at the entrance was knocked again. Ye Xiaocui looked and saw that this time it was her good sister, Fu Liang's mother, Aunt Jiang.

"Xiao Cui, these two fish and a few eggs will add a dish to your family."

Ye Xiaocui was puzzled. This sister's family was not rich, so why did she suddenly bring something?

Aunt Jiang put the things in the kitchen. Before Ye Xiaocui could refuse, she pulled Ye Xiaocui aside and whispered, "Thanks to Awan, my Fu Liang managed to get half a bucket of abalone last night and exchanged it for dozens of dollars!"

"You have to accept this. If you don't, I'll have my son send you the money from selling the abalone, and we'll have no further dealings!"