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

To save electricity, Ye Xiaocui kept the lights off. Through the kerosene lamp, she saw what Fu Wan was holding.

Then his eyes widened involuntarily.

Is this a silver dollar?

Ye Xiaocui was born in 1932, so naturally she had seen silver dollars since she could remember.

At that time, her father worked as a farmhand in a landlord's house and was paid in silver dollars.

When she was a child, her and her sisters’ favorite thing to do was to wait for their father to get paid so that he could bring them candy.

The old man of the Ye family would also take a silver dollar, blow on it, and then put it next to their ears to listen to the sound.

That sweet sound was the sweetest sound of her childhood.

Ye Xiaocui picked up a silver dollar from Fu Wan's hand, blew hard on it and put it to her ear.

I thought I could hear that pleasant sound again, but there was nothing.

How could it not be?

Ye Xiaocui frowned, took another silver dollar, blew on it and put it to her ear. This time there was a sound, but it was not as loud as she remembered.

Fu Wan knew something was wrong when she saw Ye Xiaocui's expression. "Mom, is there something wrong with this silver dollar?"

Ye Xiaocui shook her head. "I don't really understand this either. Your grandfather's silver coins used to make a sound when blown, but these either don't, or they only make a very small sound."

"Awan, where did you get these silver dollars?"

Fu Wan responded, "I found it in the sea. There are several boxes of it there. They are all this."

Ye Xiaocui was surprised. Several boxes of silver dollars, perhaps they were dropped by a passing ship during the Republic of China era? Or was it a shipwreck?

Thinking this way, she asked this question, and now Fu Wan also felt that something was wrong.

“There were no signs of a sunken ship nearby, just a few boxes.

Could it be that someone deliberately left this here?"

Ye Xiaocui pondered for a moment and recalled an old story.

In 1935, a major event occurred in Shanghai: workers were paid in silver dollars, but the silver dollars on the market were discovered to be counterfeit.

Ye Xiaocui still remembers that at that time, her father would carefully consider every penny he received, for fear that he would be tricked and the family would lose its income.

Could this thing on the bottom of the sea be the stolen goods from the “counterfeit currency case” back then?

After hearing what Ye Xiaocui said, Fu Wan felt a little heavy in her heart.

In modern times, she worked as a nanny and learned a few words from her employer. She also read some Chinese history and hated capitalism the most for exploiting the lower classes.

"Mom, I'll go see Uncle San tomorrow."

If it is really counterfeit money, it must be reported to the government and the evidence from that year must be preserved. This is a historical trace.

Ye Xiaocui put the silver dollar in her hand on the table, and then urged Fu Wan to go back to bed.

"If I wash my hair late at night, I'll have a headache later."

There was no hair dryer at home at that time, so Fu Wan could only dry her hair and let it dry naturally.

Long hair is trouble.

"Mom, why don't I cut my hair shorter so it will be more convenient for me to go to the beach later."

In this era, most rural girls had long, shiny black braids, and few had short hair.

"As a girl, it would be ugly if your hair was cut short."

Ye Xiaocui didn't agree at all. Not to mention girls like them, even the elderly people in the village rarely had short hair.

But having long hair is indeed inconvenient. I see my daughter yawning all the time, and her hair is so long that I don’t know when it will dry.

"Go ahead and cut it if you want. Tomorrow ask your uncle to bring back some brown sugar and I'll boil some eggs for you."

I go to the sea so often, and soak for several hours every time. Women are most afraid of the shade.

Fu Wan then remembered that she had not lived a peaceful life since her rebirth, and she didn't know if it was really due to the influence of going into the sea.

"Mom, please help me cut it, just cut it to the ears."

Ye Xiaocui was not the type to procrastinate. She picked up the scissors and with a few clicks, she had finished cutting the hair in no time.

The cut hair was so long that Ye Xiaocui couldn't bear to throw it away, so she used a rubber band to straighten it and tied it up.

Not only is it kept as a souvenir, this hair can also be sold for money.

Not only hair, but also duck feathers and chicken feathers are collected.

The peddler who collected the goods would walk around the village carrying his load, and would occasionally knock on the load in his hands.

Chicken feathers, duck feathers and human hair are all collected and can be exchanged for hairpins, hair ties, or even some sticky malt sugar.

Since the liberalization, the children in the village would run faster than each other whenever they heard the peddler's shouting.

They were all anxious to exchange the things they had saved at home for candy.

After waiting for a long time until her hair was almost done, Fu Wan lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. Ye Xiaocui also covered Shen Lingling next to her with a blanket and then fell asleep.

……

The next morning, Fu Wan was awakened by the clucking of the hens next door.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. It was probably around eight or nine o'clock.

After washing up, Fu Wan took a steamed bun and left the house. She also had a few silver dollars in her pocket, and she wanted to go and show Fu San her stuff.

Fu San had just returned from the town. As soon as he got off the tricycle, he saw Fu Wan not far away.

Not to mention the ancestral relationship between the two families, even the extra money he had earned from Fu Wan made him welcome her with a smile.

"Wan girl, you came at the right time. I was just about to look for you."

Fu Wan was a little surprised. Could it be that Uncle Fu San knew why she came to see her?

Fu San's wife was mending clothes at the door. When she saw Fu Wan come in, she poured her a bowl of water and added some sugar.

"Uncle San, I have something to talk to you about."

"Awan, let me tell you something."

The two of them spoke almost at the same time, which made Lin Qiuju laugh.

Fu San also smiled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. He straightened his face and whispered, "Awan, have you offended anyone recently?"

Today, he was selling fish in the town when he was called over by some minions of the Ge Committee. They told him, implicitly and explicitly, that he should either stop accepting Fu Wan's fish or stop selling fish in the town.

Fu San said yes, but in his heart he was thinking that only a fool would not accept Awan's fish. These people from the Ge Committee always knew how to make trouble.

Fu Wan frowned, and Lin Qiuju slammed the table. "All you do these days is rob and loot. What's your skill in making things difficult for a woman?"

Fu Wan: "I'm here because of this. Last night, someone stole the diesel from my boat and replaced it with water. I happened to be fishing in the sea when I heard someone called Laizi."

"Leprechaun!"

Fu San frowned. He was a famous gangster in the village. He was lazy and ate all day long and did not do any real work.

"I think it was done by the third son of the Shen family. He works at the Ge Committee."

Fu San suddenly realized what was going on and advised, "Awan, a wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. How about you and Aliang go fishing later?"

Those people in the Ge Committee won't be able to live so carefree for much longer.

Fu Wan shook her head. "I'm not afraid of them, and the Ge Committee isn't just Shen Guoliang's place of authority."

"But the weather has been bad recently, so I won't go out to sea. I have something else to ask Uncle San."