sinovels Chapter 28
Chapter 28
After chatting again, Yang Fan regained his strength, sat cross-legged on the deck, looked around and looked at Hailong: "Xiao Caoer, what is the tonnage of this ship?"
"Tonnage? . . . You mean to ask how much the ship weighs, don't you?"
"En." Yang Fan nodded.
Seagrass pointed at the mast: "Here, there is a thin piece of iron embedded in it, and it says—oh, I almost forgot, you can't read yet—" So Seaweed caressed her palm, giggling laughed.
Yang Fan frowned, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.Immediately, he slapped his thigh fiercely, and snorted and said, "Get out! Don't speak so harshly, please?! How can I be illiterate?! I just don't know your words!—— Don't underestimate me, okay?!... My Chinese is not bad at all!"
While speaking, Haicao got up and walked towards the mast.
While walking, he still perfunctory Yang Fan without turning his head: "Well, you are amazing, you are amazing—let me see..." Haicao squatted down and looked towards the lower direction of the mast, "Well... ...ten...fifteen..."
——The counting method on this planet is more laborious than Roman numerals. It is some small black dots and small black line segments like Braille, and it is not an intuitive number. When counting, it still needs to be superimposed one by one.
"Xiaofan, the weight of Sea Dragon is fifteen ropes—wow?!—"
Just as Haicao was about to turn around to talk to Yang Fan, she saw her approaching her with her paws up like a big bad wolf approaching a little white rabbit.
Then, he threw her to the ground.Of course, in order to prevent the seaweed from falling, Yang Fan only clasped her shoulder with one hand, and carefully protected the back of her head with the other hand.
Then, she clasped seaweed's wrist with one hand, and tickled her itch with the other hand under her armpit: "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-"
Haicao just curled up there, swaying from side to side, laughing so hard that her branches trembled, her eyes were filled with tears, and she scolded her while laughing and panting: "Damn Xiaofan... you... let go... bully people... I hate..."
Yang Fan couldn't help "playing hands" at her there, and hummed angrily, pretending to be stern: "Don't you dare to say that I can't read?!"
Haicao hurriedly shook her head again and again, grinning and panting, begging for mercy: "Hmm...don't dare...don't dare...Xiaofan...don't...don't hate here...if you do this again...I will ...Ignore you...you annoying spirit..."
So, Yang Fan stopped.
Then, he sat up and sat cross-legged beside Haicao, raised his arms to support his chin, and said slowly, "Little Cao'er, shall we discuss something?"
Haicao propped one arm on the deck, sat up exhaustedly, and raised her little finger to pick up the tears from the corners of her eyes, while fluttering a pair of misty, smart and pleasant eyes, looking straight at Yang Fan, and said softly: "Huh? What's the matter?"
Yang Fan rubbed his nose, pretending to be stern and said: "Well, when we come back, let's buy more pens, ink and paper and store them on the boat. When it's time to go out to sea, there's nothing to do anyway, so you can teach me by the way. How about my native language here? Of course, in exchange, I will also teach you Chinese on our planet. OK?"
Haicao's eyes were bright, and she hurriedly nodded in agreement: "Well, good! This is really a good proposal! ——Then let's go to Wanshang to buy pens, inks and paper later. ——Well... by the way, I will also buy some more Some other things, after all, you can’t just expect the folks to deliver them tomorrow.”
"What?...The folks will come to deliver things tomorrow?..."
"Well, yes. This is a rule that everyone here spontaneously established. Whenever someone sails, each family will send something according to the situation of their own family as a farewell to those brave people who dare to sail far and brave the wind and waves.— —After all... There are many crises at sea, maybe this is the last time we meet in this life..."
"Hmm... one period and one session?..." Yang Fan nodded thoughtfully.
Haicao thought for a while, then asked cautiously: "Xiaofan, are you... afraid of death?..."
Immediately, Yang Fan raised his head and straightened his chest, patted his chest vigorously four times, then straightened his arms towards the sky with a disdainful face, raised his thumbs up, and said solemnly: "Don't be afraid! If you are afraid of death, don't revolutionize! ——even if It's death, if I can die at sea, I, Yang Daxia, deserve to die!"
"Xiaofan..." Haicao lowered her eyes and carefully pointed to Yang Fan's arm, "You...you can't do this..."
As soon as Yang Fan was happy, he suddenly forgot—here, giving a thumbs up means killing people.
She immediately retracted her arm as if she had been electrocuted, and held it tightly in her bosom.
Haicao pursed her lips and smiled, waved her hands, and said softly, "It's okay, just change it slowly."
"Goo-"
Suddenly, Yang Fan's stomach growled unexpectedly.
She shivered all over and subconsciously covered her stomach.
Haicao stared blankly at Yang Fan for a while, and laughed so hard that he fell down there: "Xiaofan, you are such a fool—why did you get hungry in such a short time?"
Yang Fan blushed, his neck was thick, he was holding his nostrils there, panting heavily like a bullfight, and snorted: "Bah! You're an idiot! You're in a hurry to die again, aren't you? - You don't even look at my old man How much effort I put in just now! I have worked so hard, so I should be hungry now?! Energy conservation! Do you understand?!...An idiot ancient man with no knowledge, no common sense, and no understanding... …snort!"
Haicao couldn't help laughing, stood up lightly, and said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, you've worked hard, can't you work hard? Come, try the fresh stewed seagulls."
Saying that, he took Yang Fan's wrist and walked towards the things piled up on the deck.
Coming to the front and opening the lid of the pot, Haicao turned over the contents of the pot with his chopsticks with a satisfied face.
Yes, the heat is just right.
Then, Haicao twisted a thigh with the chopsticks and picked it into the bowl, and handed the chopsticks to Yang Fan.
stew!ocean!gull? ! ——
Yang Fan couldn't help staring at the contents of the bowl in horror.
So, this fragrant and mouth-watering bird creature is not a chicken, but a seagull-a national third-class protected animal? !
——"Good guy... at least you should be fined a thousand dollars, right?..."
Just thinking about it, Yang Fan felt too heavy to put his mouth down.
"Why, don't you like it?"
Seeing Yang Fan grinning as if his teeth had been bitten by something, Haicao fell in love for a while without knowing it.
"well……"
Yang Fan pursed his lips and scratched his eyebrows in embarrassment. After all, he couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, so he carefully took the bowls and chopsticks handed by Haicao: "It's... on our earth... this seagull...is a national protection For animals... If you kill them without permission, you will not only have to be fined, but in serious cases you will have to go to jail. So... At this time, I am a little uncomfortable psychologically. Besides, I also feel a little bit Surprised.—To be honest, this is the first time I have seen a seagull appearing in front of me in such a bald posture..." She was holding the bowl and chopsticks, staring straight at the the contents inside.
Although the fragrance wafted into her nostrils, she still couldn't stop her mouth.
After all, although she, Yang Fan, has a bad manner and a lack of virtue in her mouth, she is a good citizen who has obeyed the law for 20 years. Therefore, it is reasonable to have some burdens on her mind.
Hai Caoxin took out a pair of bowls and chopsticks, twisted off the other seagull's leg, and put it in his own bowl, and then gnawed there while looking at the complexion on Yang Fan's face.
——Yang Fan cared about being entangled in that scene, but in the end he forgot to cover up, and completely revealed the ambivalence of wanting to eat in his heart but feeling sorry for morality on his face.
But Haicao didn't point it out, just looked at her with a funny face.
Finally, after Haicao finished eating the piece of meat in his bowl, he said nonchalantly: "There is a lot of meat on the seagull's legs, which is tender and chewy. If you don't eat it, then I will eat it—" Then When he was about to stretch out his chopsticks to pinch the seagull's leg in Yang Fan's bowl, Yang Fan had finally made up his mind and made up his mind.
Then he dipped his chopsticks into the seagull meat and swore his sovereignty: "Don't touch! This is my thing! Put it there for me! Eat it! Why don't you eat it?! Who said I won't eat it?!——"
——Let’s not talk about seagull meat. When you go out to sea, you can eat any kind of shark meat, whale meat, or nautilus meat, as long as you can catch it and fill your stomach!
Otherwise, what should I do, are I going to starve to death?
Yang Fan thought, this is not the earth anyway, the laws on the earth are naturally not applicable, and the ecological environment here is still so primitive, maybe there are mammoths and saber-toothed tigers living in the deep mountains and old forests!
Therefore, naturally, there is no need to have any ideological burden.
So Yang Fan picked up the seagull leg with his chopsticks, biting and swallowing with a ferocious expression.
——"Don't say it's really tender and muscular..."
Of course, seaweed craftsmanship is also the focus.
——"5555555...delicious!...it's so fucking delicious!..."
Seeing Yang Fan's heroic appearance, Haicao couldn't help covering his lips and laughing: "Xiaofan, there is no poison in this meat. Why do you look like you are eating meat? Could it be that the cooking time is too bad? It's too bad. Is it hard to swallow?"
"No...it's delicious, um, it's delicious...it's so delicious that I almost cry...I'm just drawing a line and fighting against my inner thoughts...Anyway, you can I don't understand, it's a matter of 'political leaning'.—”
Yang Fan finished the seagull's leg in two or three bites, and hurriedly stretched out his chopsticks to twist the half of the wing: "Tsk tsk——Cao'er, don't say that your skill is really good——the heat is just right, salty!" Dan'er is just right too, he's about to compete with me."
Seagrass just laughed, but didn't answer.
She found this alien more and more interesting.
It seemed that the days to come would indeed not be too boring.
After laughing, Haicao reached out to collect pancakes on the lid of the pot.
Suddenly, she found some subtle sense of disobedience.
Slightly nodding her head and counting back and forth several times, she raised her arm, poked her index finger on her cheek, and muttered to herself in a strange way: "Eh? What's the matter... It seems that a piece of bread is missing Woolen cloth?……"
"Pfft!—cough cough...cough cough..."
Yang Fan, who had a guilty conscience, was choked up in response to the occasion.
Seaweed knew it right away.Then, he squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Fan with treachery on his face: "Xiaofan, you stole and ate it——"
Seaweed is used in a declarative tone.
—— "It seems that excess self-awareness is really not a good thing, you can't hide anything..."
Yang Fan couldn't help feeling emotional in his heart.
Although he knew he was right and was irrefutable, Yang Fan, who did not shed tears when he saw the coffin, still struggled with his neck stuck, with an old face on his face: "What are you stealing?! It's so ugly to say!... Really... a foodie Can it be called 'stealing'? This is 'tasting'!" Yang Fan clapped his hands together in relief, "That's right!—I'm here to help you taste it and see how it tastes. -"
Haicao laughed, stretched out his hand and gently patted Yang Fan's shoulder, and said softly: "Okay—really, I don't mean to blame you. It's not a big deal if you eat it. Look at you, you are still talking about these pretentious and profound words to deceive me..."
Only then did Yang Fan restrain his arrogance, rubbed his nose with drooping brows, nodded cautiously, and replied embarrassingly: "Oh..."
Surpassing the stewed seagull like a storm, Yang Fan ate four more small pancakes mixed with sweet potato noodles and cornmeal paste. Then he stroked his stomach satiated and comfortably, and burped with a lingering lingering aftertaste.
Then, Yang Fan voluntarily and consciously carried the odds and ends on the deck and put them in the cabin and ship building.
As for the seaweed, a bucket of seawater was made with a bucket, and a piece of old loofah pulp, dipped in saponin powder, was used to wash the dishes and chopsticks carefully.
Not long after, the deck, which was somewhat messy and crowded before, became clear and tidy again.
The vision is broadened, and by the way, people's mood is also broadened.
The seaweed on the other side has also finished cleaning the dishes and stacking them in the kitchen of the ship building.
Then, the two of them sat on the deck leisurely, continuing to chat one after another.
During the chat, Yang Fan learned that the seagull was hunted by the village chief Haiying at the beach in the early morning.Village Chief Haiying is a master at using bows and arrows, so the one who crossed it to the west was a set of bows and arrows.
According to Haicao, the village chief Haiying was born as an Orion, and later served as the guard of the captain of Yunshan, and followed him on the boat for seven or eight years. The village chief Haiying was cut down by the opponent in an encounter with the sea ronin. He injured his arm, so he retired due to illness.
Later, the captain of Yunshan was grateful for his meritorious service in escorting, so he made him the head of Haining Village, which is now Hukouwan Village.Although he was not given a surname, he was still a commoner class, but at least he could be regarded as an old man from Shangdelong Wangzun in Shilibaxiang.
After resting for a while, after recovering, Yang Fan waded back to the beach with seaweed on his back, went to the market on the bay to buy some expenses for the voyage, and even bought for Yang Fan at the only clothing store on the bay. Two sets of tops and bottoms, bunt uniforms with cross-collared right lapels, and two sets of middle clothes, apron and underwear for changing and washing.
——In this world, ordinary people cannot wear long gowns and long gowns.
The long gown that Haicao wore for Yang Fan before was made by Aunt Haixing for Haicao and Hailong's wedding.They were originally a pair, and they have been handed over to the seaweed for storage.Later, Hai Long died in a shipwreck, and Hai Cao burned her own long dress as a memorial to Hai Long.The reason why I kept this long gown is to keep it as a memory, so that when I miss Hai Long, I will take it out and caress it to express my condolences.
After spending all the money he had saved so far and buying a lot of half-sold and half-gifted things from the villagers, Haicao took Yang Fan to Aunt Haixing's house and asked her to change into a new one in the room. Bought one of the bunts.Then, he rolled up the replaced long gown, stuffed it into the stove and burned it.
——Now, Haicao already has the Sea Dragon, so there is no need to use that dress to mourn.What's more, this gown and the long skirt she had burned were originally a pair, even if the seaweed couldn't reach them, at least their clothes could be a pair.
After changing their clothes, the two of them carried their own things on their backs, strolled back to the beach, and then waded back to the Sea Dragon.
It was almost evening now, and the water level was lower than before, only a little higher than the seaweed's knees.Therefore, Yang Fan did not carry her back like before.
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