Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

Wei Ren had just finished feeding the cows when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking towards his home.

It was very foggy this morning and Wei Ren was a little hesitant to recognize the person. It was not until the man came closer that a smile finally appeared on his face.

"Brother Chen, good morning."

In ancient times, "Chen'an" meant something similar to "good morning". Chen Changfan thinks this word is better than "good morning".

Why do we say good morning? Who says good morning in the morning?

Chen Changfan, who walked another mile in a bad mood after waking up, said that he was very resentful at the moment.

But he still had to pull up the corners of his mouth and respond with a smile: "Good morning, Brother Wei, thank you!"

Wei Ren was a little confused by Chen Changfan's sudden politeness.

But since the other party came to find me, he must go into the city.

Facing the distinguished guest who came to give him money early in the morning, Wei Ren naturally greeted him with a smile.

He harnessed the ox cart, and the two of them drove the cart into the fog and arrived at Chen Changfan's house.

Wei Ren looked at the earthen wall that had suddenly been raised, and a look of envy appeared in his eyes.

These days, every household spends their money on food, and it's rare to find someone with spare money to build a house.

At this time, Hu the bricklayer had also started working. After Chen Changfan gave him a few instructions, he and Lao Wei worked together to lift the large wooden barrel onto the ox cart and headed to the banks of the Chiwei River.

Old Wei obeyed Chen Erlang's orders throughout the whole process. After all, the fare he gave him was not small, so he went wherever Chen Erlang told him to go.

After finding the big rock to tie the trap, Chen Changfan dragged the trap up.

Gangyi felt something was wrong as soon as he picked it up. After lifting the trap up, he saw that there was indeed a big hole in it.

With a sullen face, he picked up the remaining fish from the trap.

About ten crabs and two or three pounds of river shrimp.

This little gain was completely different from what he had imagined, and he had reason to suspect that there was something in the river.

"This is a hole dug by a water ghost."

Old Wei glanced at the hole in the trap and said with a somewhat grim expression.

"What water ghost?"

As a staunch materialist, Chen Changfan naturally did not believe in the existence of water ghosts. He just wanted to trick the other party.

"Don't you know? Someone died in this river a few days ago. It's said that a water ghost overturned the sampan, and now even the body is nowhere to be found."

A water ghost overturned the sampan?

I heard that Old Man Ding, a fishmonger in the market, drowned a few days ago. Could they be talking about him?

"Do you know that man's name?"

"I don't know, but I heard his last name is Ding."

It matches the number.

Chen Changfan took a deep look at the surging river and suddenly felt a chill on his spine.

If there were anything in the river that could overturn a sampan, then swimming in the river yesterday would have been like dancing on a high-voltage wire.

However, if the creature in the water really dared to bite him, it would be hard to say who would live and who would die.

After all, the Iron Mountain Thorn and the Pig-Slaughtering Knife Technique are not vegetarians.

He can kill the Big Blue Dragon, so it’s not impossible for him to kill the Green Water Ghost.

After entering the city, Wei Ren drove straight to Shiweizhai, but Chen Changfan saw from afar three people sitting in a large group in the teahouse opposite.

Wu Ergou had gauze wrapped around his left wrist, and his face looked so gloomy as if water was about to drip. Two burly men were sitting next to him, and their eyes occasionally glanced at Shiweizhai opposite, as if they were waiting for something.

Chen Changfan gestured to Lao Wei to continue walking forward, while his right hand reached for his waist.

This Wu Ergou actually thought of coming here to block me?

If he hadn't noticed these three people and had traded the fish with Shiweizhai directly in person.

There is no doubt that Wu Ergou and his men would probably draw their swords and attack people.

He couldn't go to Shiweizhai today, so he signaled Lao Wei to drive to the market.

After asking around for a while, I met the so-called head of the market at the east end of the market.

The head of the ward was affiliated with the government office and was responsible for investigating fraud, theft, gambling and people of unknown origin.

Although their duties are not exactly the same as those of the urban management in later generations, they are not much different.

The head of the neighborhood is Qian Ke.

It’s the middle-aged man in front of you whose eyes narrow into slits when he smiles.

He was dressed in casual clothes and had a big belly. He looked harmless, but no one in the whole market was not afraid of him.

After hearing Chen Changfan's explanation, Qian Ke smiled and said, "Old Ding's stall will expire at the end of this month. Since he's gone, the contract is naturally invalid. You can sign a new one with me and pay the 200 wen interest, then you can open your stall directly."

Chen Changfan had inquired in advance and found out that the monthly interest, or stall fee, was 200 coins.

The head of the Qianfang branch didn't fool him, but the interest earned by old man Ding this month was completely wasted.

This is the way the world is.

When a person dies, everything is gone.

Not to mention the 200 coins that have already gone into someone else's pocket.

After signing the contract and pressing his fingerprints, the stall in the market belonged to him, Chen Changfan.

Only by renting this stall can my fishing and shrimping business be considered a legitimate livelihood.

As for why he chose the market instead of the Wujiazhuang market, he also had his own considerations.

At the moment, he should not go to the vicinity of Wujiazhuang as he is afraid of being beaten. Besides, there are fishmongers at the Wujiazhuang market, so he might not be able to do business well if he goes there.

The most important thing is that the big market is only held on the eighth day of the eighth month, while the market is open all year round, so it is still necessary to spend the profit.

Now he is the only one selling fish in this market, so he doesn't have to worry about the number of customers on weekdays.

And most importantly, setting up stalls in the market town is protected by the county government.

If there is a customer who refuses to pay or a troublemaker, the head of the Qianfang will handle it himself, thus avoiding a lot of trouble.

After agreeing on a time with Lao Wei, he drove off in his ox cart, while Chen Changfan set up his stall, packed the fish, shrimps, and crabs into several large barrels, and shouted:

"Fresh catch! Snakehead carp, grass carp, big catfish, crabs, river shrimp, and giant turtles!"

He had no experience in selling fish, and his hawking voice had no skill, it was all emotion.

Feelings for copper coins.

Hearing Chen Changfan's unusual hawking voice, the surrounding vendors cast curious glances at him, and many passers-by also looked sideways.

Chen Changfan remained calm and continued to shout at the top of his voice.

As long as you don't feel embarrassed, then others will be embarrassed.

……

"Miss, this market is a mess. What are you looking for so early in the morning?"

The maid Xiaoyun followed her mistress and couldn't help yawning.

The autumn wind was getting colder day by day. She hadn't even gotten enough sleep when her mistress called her to come to the market. Xiaoyun felt that her life was miserable.

Xiaoyun was wearing a plain cotton dress, while the young lady she was talking about was wearing a long brocade dress with intricate embroidery.

There was a clearness in the young lady's brows that showed her inexperience in the world, and a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

Tang Wan'er, the youngest daughter of Mr. Tang in Qingshan County, is respectful, filial, beautiful and kind-hearted.

Seeing her maid so lazy, Tang Wan'er was a little angry at her lack of fighting spirit. "A few days ago, I asked you to come to the market to buy crabs, but you were so sleepy that you refused to get up. Then you lied to me and said the old fishmonger was not selling crabs. If I were to tell you that, it was because you came too late that the crabs were bought by someone else. That's why you lied to me!"

Xiaoyun looked aggrieved. "Miss, you really wronged me. Old Ding hasn't been here for several days. I heard he fell into the river and drowned. I'm not lying!"

Tang Wan'er was skeptical. "You lead the way. If that fishmonger is still here, I'll punish you... I'll punish you by not allowing you to sleep in!"

"Miss, you have such a cruel heart!"