Crying

The seawater around the mussel farm still hadn't completely receded. A short section of the wooden stakes was still underwater, but the tide wouldn't go any lower. Today's tide level should be about as low as it got.

Jiang Xia glanced at the mussels they had hauled in. Basket after basket sat on the beach, each one nearly as big and long as three fingers. They looked excellent.

Tian Caihua was delighted too. This was all money!

Many villagers had come over to take a look as well.

They hadn't expected these things to really survive, much less be so easy to raise. They hadn't even seen the Zhou family do much to care for them, yet the mussels had grown thick and dense.

On the contrary, when they went fishing near the Deep Sea Net Cage, they sometimes saw workers feeding the fish.

Someone asked Jiang Xia, "Xiao Xia, how much can these mussels sell for per pound?"

Jiang Xia said, "I don't know yet. I've never sold them before. Besides, you know seafood prices change every day."

"Are you selling these mussels to Hong Kong Island?"

"Mm."

"Having a grandfather on Hong Kong Island really makes a difference. You've even taken the business to Hong Kong Island."

"Aren't you just waiting to strike it rich!"

Jiang Xia could only smile in response, not knowing what to say.

The villagers didn't know that even without a grandfather on Hong Kong Island, Zhou Chenglei had connections that could take their business there.

Zhou Chenglei had already planned to sell the fish raised in the net cages to Hong Kong Island.

Not just Hong Kong Island—even taking the business overseas was within reach, because both husband and wife had connections.

The two of them had also met quite a few people