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

This time, Fu Wan brought a total of eighteen pearls, including five large ones, six medium ones, and seven small ones.

According to the price given by Feng Ji, the total amount is four hundred and thirty yuan.

Feng Ji carefully put the pearls away in the box, then took out a stack of Great Unity notes from a drawer nearby, counted out forty-three and handed them to Fu Wan.

Fu Wan took it and put it in her pocket without counting.

"Thank you, Uncle Feng."

Seeing that she didn't even count the money, Feng Ji joked, "Aren't you afraid that I'll shortchange you?"

Fu Wan was not afraid. "You are such a big boss, there is no need to be greedy for such a small advantage."

This remark successfully pleased Feng Ji again. A man is a young man until he dies, and Fu Wan felt young already when she called him uncle.

Seeing that Fu Wan had no intention of leaving, he knew that this person probably had something else to talk to him about.

"Why, there are still good things?"

Fu Wan then took out two silver dollars and handed them to him, "It's not a good thing, Uncle Feng, take a look at this."

Feng Ji hadn't taken off his reading glasses yet, but when he took the silver dollar, he felt something was wrong.

He took out the scale from the store and weighed the silver dollar.

This scale is the small scale used in pharmacies, so the weight of the silver dollar can be weighed accurately.

Sure enough, this silver dollar is much lighter than ordinary ones.

"Is this thing fake?"

Feng Ji took a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully. The craftsmanship of this thing was no different from the real one, only the weight and material did not look like the real thing.

Fu San nodded. "I think this thing is fake, too. Boss Feng, is it from the 35 batch?"

35 years? Feng Ji fell into deep thought. His family had been in this business for generations, so he naturally knew the damage the counterfeit silver dollars of 1935 had caused to the economy at the time.

How many ordinary people have lost their families and homes because of these fake silver coins?

"I'll have to ask my old friends about this!"

He also knew a few guys who studied history and were most interested in this kind of thing.

But he couldn't give a price for this thing.

Perhaps sensing his annoyance, Fu Wan said, "Please ask Uncle Feng to take these silver coins and study them. I won't hide it from you. I found them at the bottom of the sea."

"There are still some of these things on the seabed. If they are indeed from the 35 batch, salvaging them would have certain research value for our country's history."

Fu Wan spoke so clearly that Feng Ji's appreciation for her reached a new level.

"This thing can actually be exchanged for a few dollars. If you have more, I'm afraid you can get a considerable amount."

Fu Wan shook her head. "Some money can be earned, and some money cannot be earned. I still understand this principle."

"Uncle Feng, you can ask him about it. If it proves to be of research value and you need my guidance to salvage it, you can find me in Fujia Village."

Those things are quite deep in the seabed, and ordinary people probably can't get down there.

Feng Ji nodded. China is now gradually getting on the right track, and the reactionaries have completely denied that they have done such unscrupulous things since they fled to Taiwan.

In order for history to be passed down for a long time, cultural relics are very precious evidence.

Although the things on the seabed are not very old cultural relics, they are of great research value to history.

After leaving the village phone number and her own name, Fu Wan and Fu San hurried to the state-owned hotel.

Old Man Fu and Fu Ming both sat there waiting for several hours. If one of them hadn't walked for a long time and the other had difficulty walking, they would have followed Fu Wan to join in the fun.

When the two of them were waiting anxiously, Fu Wan and Fu San finally appeared in their sight.

"Dad, brother, let's go home!"

The matter was settled. Fu Wan just passed by the supply and marketing cooperative and bought a few bags of calcium milk biscuits and a few bags of candy.

There were even a few tubs of malted milk.

There were two packets of milk candy and two packets of fruit candy in the candy. Fu Wan directly handed a packet of milk candy, a packet of fruit candy, a packet of calcium milk biscuits, and a bucket of malted milk to Fu San, asking him to take it back to sweeten Lin Qiuju's mouth.

Fu San was shocked by Fu Wan's shopping habits. He was afraid that there was no one in the village as thrifty as his niece.

He was even more reluctant to accept these candies and malted milk. "Awan, your aunt doesn't want to eat this. Take it back and give it to your daughter!"

Fu Wan stuffed the things in her hand into his arms and said, "I bought two bags. It's a rare trip to the county. Uncle San, please don't be polite to me."

After she finished speaking, she winked and said, "Isn't this a thank you to Third Uncle for helping me sell the pearls?"

Now that things have come to this, Fu San had no choice but to accept it.

He remembered Fu Wan's kindness in his heart. Only by doing so could the relationship between the two families become closer in the future.

After Fu Wan and Fu San helped Fu Ming and Fu Laodi into the car, they drove the tricycle to Fujia Village.

Old Man Fu didn't notice the food in the car at first, but Fu Ming saw the big white rabbit at Fu Wan's feet at a glance.

"Awan, are you rich?"

This White Rabbit, malted milk, and biscuits!

Tsk tsk, this will probably cost dozens or even hundreds of dollars!

Fu Wan was in a very good mood. It was almost sunset, and there was a slight breeze as the setting sun came. She was rushing home with her brother and father. She felt more comfortable than ever since her rebirth!

"I made a small fortune!"

She made a slight gesture with her hands, looking just as mischievous as she did when she was a child.

Fu Ming was also amused, and he knew in his heart that the price of pearls must be quite high.

A few people chatted and laughed like this, and the journey that originally took more than half an hour now felt like it was finished in just a moment.

Because it was getting late in the evening, Fu San still had to go to the beach to see if anyone was shipping goods, so Fu Wan, Fu Ming and Boss Fu got off the car at the dock.

There were not many people at the dock at this time. Fu Wan supported Fu Ming, and Boss Fu followed beside him. The three of them walked home.

Several people passing by didn't even notice that the person next to him was Boss Fu.

It was because Boss Fu had been lying in bed for more than half a month, relying entirely on nutrient fluids to maintain his life. All the tendons on his body were gone, and he had lost a lot of weight.

Several villagers passing by thought that the man looked familiar, and because it was dark, they thought he was a distant relative of the Fu family.

Ye Xiaocui had no idea how many times she had looked out the fence. Her daughter and son had been out for the whole day, so why hadn't they come back yet?

Did the inspection go wrong?

Or did something happen on the way?

Her messy thoughts made her throw the leaves into the pile of vegetable roots several times while picking vegetables.

Shen Lingling, who was helping out, kept yelling, "Grandma, you put this in the wrong place!"

"Grandma is getting old and confused!"

"Grandma isn't old at all!"

As the grandfather and grandson were talking, the sound of a door being pushed open was heard at the door.

Fu Wan and Fu Ming walked in, and Ye Xiaocui hurried to greet them.

"Why are you back so late today? Hurry up and put your things away. Dinner will be served soon."

Fu Wan smiled and took her hand, "Mom, look who we brought back?"