Crabs were combative. Before putting them together, their claws had to be tied up, or if they started fighting, their appearance would be ruined.
Lu Ao continued hauling in the nets.
His net had everything in it: Black Seabream, Sea Bass, Eight-Claw, White Seabream, White Wax Fish, Stone Crabs... One net alone had yielded at least thirty-plus jin of catch.
Many fishermen could not bring in thirty jin of catch in an entire trip out to sea. His haul from this single net matched someone else's whole day. Even if the next two nets brought in nothing, he had already made enough.
In fact, each of Lu Ao's next two nets yielded more than the last. By the time all the catch had been brought up, his fish hold contained over a hundred jin of seafood.
Everyone had expected as much. Apart from a little envy, they felt nothing else.
When Lin Gongshang and the others had first cast their nets, they had deliberately kept their distance from Lu Ao, lest all the fish and shrimp swim into his nets.
Now, every group was quite far from Lu Ao, at least two or three hundred meters away.
Seeing Lu Ao's abundant haul from afar, they merely asked about it before lowering their heads and diligently hauling in their own nets.
Lin Qiyan sat aboard Lu Ao's boat to keep him company. Looking at the boat filled to the brim with catch, he said, "It feels like you don't need to bother with that Marine Ranch at all. Even if you only went fishing once a week, it would be enough for you two to make a living."
Looking out over the sea, Lu Ao said, "I'm not building the Marine Ranch entirely for money."
"I know, it's for your ideals.