New Year's Eve

After the road was finished, the pier was truly much livelier this year.

Some fishermen no longer had to sell their catch to the Purchasing Station at a low price. They could set up stalls and sell it themselves, and after bringing in a whole boatload of fish, some could earn over a dozen yuan more.

Not only were more people from town coming to buy fish, but vehicles were also coming to purchase seafood from the fishermen.

The villagers had genuinely experienced what it meant for "a road to bring wealth!"

They had originally thought that building a road would merely make it more convenient to go to town. Who would have thought it would actually open up a road to wealth as well?

Looking at the bustling pier, Zhou Chenglei considered suggesting that the Village Committee build a small Seafood Market near the pier.

Their Village Committee had money. There was the money the Purchasing Station usually earned, as well as the money from the beaches he had bought earlier.

However, the Village Committee had discussed it and planned to pave all the village roads, making things more convenient for the villagers.

After the New Year, he would raise the suggestion and see whether everyone would rather build a small Seafood Market or pave the roads.

Paving the roads would make it convenient for every household to go out, while building a Seafood Market could bring the villagers more income—but not all the villagers.

Someone saw Zhou Chenglei's family coming over and asked, "A'Lei, are you selling your mussels?"

He was from the Neighboring Village, and Jiang Xia didn't know him.

Seeing that Zhou Chenglei didn't react, Jiang Xia looked up at him and tugged at his sleeve. "Someone's asking whether you're selling mussels."

There were too many