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Li Zheng woke up groggily to the noise outside.

"Everyone, eat well so you can work better tonight."

The crew members were having dinner, and the captain, while eating from a large bowl, was encouraging everyone.

"I hope we can grab some valuables tonight and get off to a good start."

"That's right, we can't let the second team give us the rotating red flag this time."

"Hmph, that's right. Although their goods were more valuable than ours last time, we were the first to return to port."

The crew members were clearly not willing to submit to each other.

To foster a competitive atmosphere among these fishing fleets, Zhou Wu specifically divided the fishing boats in the South China Sea into nine teams, with each team consisting of five to six boats.

Each time these fleets return to port after completing their fishing operations, the top-performing fleet is selected based on the value of their catch, and the dock awards the fleet a bonus.

This bonus is extra income, and quite substantial at that, so the competition between fleets is extremely fierce.

"Dong dong dong~~~"

Everyone was chatting happily when suddenly a thumping sound came from somewhere, startling them.

"what sound?"

"Don't scare me."

The sea was pitch black, looking like a bottomless pit. Fortunately, the ships in the fleet were close together, and each ship had lights on.

"Captain, it sounds like the sound is coming from the fish hold."

"Damn, there's someone locked in the fish hold. Go and let him out, or he'll suffocate."

Only after being reminded did the captain realize that he had locked the idiot in the fish hold during the day, and everyone had forgotten about it in the afternoon because they were busy sailing.

When the fish hold door was opened, Li Zheng was already pale and on the verge of death.

"Quickly, help him up and give him some water."

Li Zheng vaguely heard these words of concern, and a warm feeling rose in his heart. Just as he was about to express his gratitude for the goodness of the world, he heard the person speak again.

"Don't die, even a fool has a life."

"Hungry~~~"

Li Zheng was too exhausted to argue with the fishermen. He had only eaten a bowl of plain porridge that morning before being dragged onto the fishing boat. He had thought he was going to return to the capital, but...

"Damn, you scared the hell out of me! He still knows he's hungry. That's fine then. Bring him a bowl of rice."

Upon hearing the boat captain's instructions, the cook quickly ladled out a bowl of rice and then topped it with a large spoonful of vegetables and meat.

Fishing is physically demanding, and you never know when you'll get your next meal. So while the food on board might not be the best, it's definitely plentiful, filling, and oily.

The cook helped Li Zheng up and leaned him against a wooden barrel, then handed him the rice bowl.

The aroma of the food immediately awakened the worms in his stomach. Li Zheng snatched the bowl and began to wolf it down.

Oil and fat, yes, oil and fat. Since arriving at the South Island, Li Zheng has had his share of real oil and fat.

Those around him felt sorry for Li Zheng, who was eating like a starving ghost, but when they thought that he must have offended Lord Zhou to be assigned here, they immediately put away their pity.

Li Zheng had never eaten so much in a single meal in his entire life, as he slowly devoured a huge bowl of food.

After finishing his meal, Li Zheng looked at the bowl in his hand, then at his surroundings, and then at himself, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Waaaaah~~~~Waaaah~~~~"

As a prince, he had never suffered like this in his life. Even when he was under house arrest by his father, he was at least living a life of luxury.

Looking back at myself now, after eating plain porridge for more than half a month, I can now actually find a bowl of food that tastes like pig swill delicious.

Suddenly, she could no longer hold back her grievances and burst into tears.

"Hey, you good-for-nothing, I'm leaving this useless Wang Wu to you. You'll be in charge of sorting the fish. I doubt he can do anything else well either."

"No problem, boss. Hey, you piece of trash, you're coming with me later."

"I am not a piece of trash."

Having just finished eating, Li Zheng thought he was all that was needed and even dared to talk back. However, Wang Wu didn't bother with him. In Wang Wu's mind, reality would teach this newcomer a lesson.

After finishing their meal, the fishing boat continued its journey, but this time it hadn't gone far before the captain began giving orders.

"Offline~~~~"

The crew members immediately got to work, each performing their assigned tasks.

In this era, there were no mechanical net-casting machines, so large ships like the Bull Demon King's had to be cast manually, which was a very dangerous task. If one was not careful, they could be dragged into the sea by the fishing net.

This time I was very lucky; when I was setting up the net, it burst open.

"Hehe, the internet is flooded with it."

"I had a feeling this trip would be fruitful."

After the fishermen hauled in their nets, they started chatting and boasting as they cleaned them up.

"Fool, let's go, it's time for us to sort the fish."

Li Zheng had no idea what sorting fish meant, so he could only follow along and watch the other person's actions before he realized that sorting fish meant sorting fish.

"All fish, shrimp, and crabs are packaged according to their species."

"it is good."

Li Zheng subconsciously agreed without even realizing it; he had already gotten used to his new identity.

From this moment on, Li Zheng was no longer a high and mighty prince, but an ordinary person who had lost his halo.

. . . . . .

a few days later.

The port welcomed its first batch of returning fishing boats, and the dock was already packed with people waiting to unload their cargo.

Li Zheng's Ninth Fishing Squadron was always the first to return to port. All the other fleets had already returned, but the Ninth Squadron was nowhere to be seen.

At this moment, Zhou Wu was also watching the dock not far away.

"Damn it, I can't be that unlucky as to die, can I?"

The ocean presents extremely unstable and dangerous factors even in modern times, let alone in ancient times.

Although Zhou Wu didn't take Li Zheng seriously at all, the other party was still a prince. If something really happened to him, even though the emperor had said he wouldn't pursue the matter, serving the emperor was like walking on thin ice, and it was hard to say what would happen.

"My lord, you're back."

Zhou Wu was deep in thought when he heard a guard remind him.

Looking up, he saw a fleet of Bull Demon King ships slowly sailing towards the dock. In the South China Sea, besides Zhou Wu himself, there was no one else with a complete fleet of Bull Demon King ships.

"Damn, that scared the hell out of me. Looks like he wants to try plain porridge again."

On the ship in the distance, Li Zheng suddenly sneezed.

"Who's talking about me?"

Team Nine returned with a full catch, and the crew members were all very excited because they were confident that they could win first place and earn the prize money.

After the ninth team docked, the stevedores who had been waiting for a long time also began to board the ship to unload the cargo.

However, when the stevedores saw the fish on the ship, they were shocked.

"This, this, so much?"

"My goodness, Team Nine is so lucky!"

"Haha, the fourth team that's been in the lead is about to lose its first place title again."

"What? So many yellow croakers and lobsters? Team Nine has struck it rich this time."