The jellyfish looked very transparent and weighed about fifty or sixty jin, but it was worthless to them. It was too much trouble to process, and nobody wanted it.
Ye Yaodong put on a glove before pushing the huge white jellyfish back into the sea. The stinging cells on its tentacles were venomous, and accidentally touching its tentacles could cause skin to ulcerate. The more brightly colored a jellyfish was, the more venomous it was.
He had always been lucky when setting fishing pots before and had rarely caught jellyfish. Even when he did, they were tiny ones. Today, for some reason, several jellyfish had entered his fishing pots one after another, all white and transparent.
He hauled in three or four pots in a row. Apart from a few small fish and starfish, they were almost entirely full of jellyfish, which he pushed back into the water.
By the time he finished hauling in all sixty fishing pots, he had another seven sacks of starfish aboard, as well as two more buckets of fish. He had also thrown out quite a few spoiled ones. He had not come out to check the pots for days, and many of the fish inside had died and were no longer fresh.
Then, by the dim light of his flashlight, he steered toward the spot where the other two had set their fishing pots. They had more pots than he did-eighty of them.
Although their pots contained jellyfish too, their catch still looked larger than his. The two men were beside themselves with delight, dumping the catch all over the boat. Fortunately, he had already bagged his own catch and put it in a corner.
"I never thought the fishing pots would really catch this many starfish."
"There might still be plenty down