Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea

Chapter 563 Qi Snail

Why is it beautiful? The yellow-brown sand around it cannot cover its bright white color, especially when the sunlight shines on it, it sparkles even more.

Fu Wan picked up a shovel and was about to dig out the conch, but who would have thought that the next second a bird landed and covered the conch with one claw.

"Xiao Huang?"

Looking at the fat bird that was a circle bigger than before, Fu Wan recognized it with difficulty.

It looks like this guy has been eating well recently.

I don't know if it's shed hair or gained weight.

"Let me go, I'm digging conchs!"

Fu Wan reached out and gently pushed it aside. To be honest, this thing was a size bigger, so it took some strength to push it.

Xiao Huang was not angry when Fu Wan pushed him aside. He just stared at Fu Wan digging shells like a supervisor.

Fu Wan had just seen half of the shell. When she dug out the entire shell, her breathing became lighter.

Oh my god, why does the shape of this thing look so much like the snail she had seen in the newspaper!

With her heart trembling with excitement, Fu Wan washed the conch in the sea water beside her. After the mud and sand were washed away, the appearance of the conch became clearer and clearer.

Oh my god, it’s really a snail!

"Hey, this conch is pretty. Awan, Lingling and the others will definitely like it."

Fu Liang glanced at it casually. He also knew that children liked to collect conchs.

Not only did he know, but if he and Jiang Chunlan occasionally picked up something nice at the beach, they would wash it and give it to Fu Ling and the others.

Fu Wan held the conch and walked up to Boss Fu, "Dad, does this conch look familiar to you?"

Boss Fu was chewing on a steamed bun. No one knew who made the dough for the bun, but it was very dry. It made him stretch his neck two miles to eat it.

"Ahem, wait a minute, let me drink some water."

Boss Fu picked up the kettle and took a big gulp of water, then turned around and took the conch from Fu Wan's hand.

"This conch is quite rare, and it doesn't look like something we have here."

He weighed it twice, then squinted his eyes and looked at the screw mouth.

It turned out to be an empty shell.

But this snail shell is beautiful, what's so special about it?

If it wasn't surprising, my own daughter wouldn't be so serious about it.

Boss Fu looked at Fu Wan with confusion, and Fu Wan was also very anxious.

"Newspaper, newspaper. Have you forgotten the newspapers you showed us when we were little?"

Boss Fu scratched his head. My God, he was almost fifty years old. Ever since he attended literacy classes and could recognize a few words, he had read dozens, if not hundreds, of newspapers in his life.

"I really don't remember what the conch has to do with the newspaper."

Fu Wan was also helpless, and Fu Ming, who was next to her, heard the noise and came over.

After seeing the shell in Boss Fu's hand, Fu Ming's single eye almost turned into double eyelids.

"Fuck, this, this, this, isn't this that thing!"

Fu Wan was overjoyed to see that there was finally someone she remembered.

"Brother, do you remember? Look, is this what we saw in the newspaper before?"

"God of Heaven, Mazu, aren't these the shells we talked about picking up at the beach when we were little?"

After hearing this, Boss Fu also had some impression.

More than ten years ago, when my daughter and son were young, there was a period of time when I was like a madman, talking about making a lot of money by picking up shells every day.

He and Ye Xiaocui were busy and didn't ask much. Could it be that this is what the brother and sister were talking about?

He looked at the conch again in confusion, and saw that it was a standard tower shape like most other conchs.

The circles of sutures look deep, but are very smooth, the whorls are bulging, and there are many lamellar longitudinal ribs arranged in a stepped manner on the shell surface.

The entire conch is a brilliant white, and it's well-preserved, without a single chip or scratch. As beautiful as a small tower, it's the most beautiful conch Boss Fu has ever seen in his two lifetimes.

But he had no recollection of it being reported in the newspaper before.

But he is concerned about one issue now.

"Awan, is this thing valuable?"

Based on his understanding of his daughter, she wouldn't be so excited if it wasn't worth money.

Fu Wan shook her head regretfully. They were now in the 20th century, and there was a market for Qishuluo, but only a little.

When they were young, they didn't understand the time period of the newspaper story. The real market for conch shells was in the 1750th and 4000th centuries, when Europeans were very fond of this conch. In the newspaper Fu Wan read at the time, a reporter mentioned that in , the Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire bought a conch shell for Dutch guilders, or million Chinese yuan.

But this is not the 15th or 16th century after all, and people are not so crazy about the snail.

But that doesn’t mean they are particularly worthless. There are many people who like to collect snail shells.

Not to mention anything else, it is possible to exchange it for a dozen or twenty dollars.

But Fu Wan was a little puzzled. The Qisihu conch did not exist in the waters of China, but was widely distributed in the waters of the western Pacific Ocean from the south of the island country to India. So how could this conch appear here?

It can't be that the conch drifted across the ocean and ended up in the waters of an island country?

Fu Wan was amused by her own ridiculous idea and put the conch away.

I didn’t find the conch when I was a child, but I didn’t expect it to appear next to me in this way when I grew up.

That's why she was excited.

Fu Ling would definitely like such a beautiful conch. Later, she could tell her how she first learned about this conch from a newspaper when she was a child. It would be a good story to remember.

After putting away the conch, Fu Wan realized that Xiao Huang had not left, but was following her closely.

After meeting Fu Wan's sight, Xiao Huang flapped his wings again, grabbed two conchs from Fu Ming's bucket and threw them at Fu Wan's feet.

No matter how slow Fu Wan was, she could understand what it meant.

"You guys, you followed me just to let me smash the conch for you, right?"

Fu Wan complained as she picked up a fist-sized stone and smashed the conch shell into pieces with two or three hits.

Fortunately, it was just the sound of the conch, and it didn't ask me to catch mice or sparrows for it.

As Fu Wan was comforting herself in this way, she saw Xiao Huang approach the conch, take a big bite of it, and swallow the conch meat into his stomach.

After all, it was a bird of prey, so two conches wouldn't be enough to satisfy it. Fu Wan decided to be a good person and grabbed two handfuls of conches from the bucket nearby and cracked them all.

After finishing all this, she stood up and stretched. It's no wonder that after watching Xiao Huang eat, she also felt a little hungry.

Fu Ming and his friends had just picked up some stones to build a simple stove. Fu Wan washed her hands and went over. The steel pot was still warm.

There were steamed buns and steamed bread heating up in the pot, and a small bowl of steamed shrimps next to it.

Fu Wan picked up the spicy fish sauce from the bag on the ground and spread some on the middle of the steamed bun with chopsticks.

This is the traditional Chinese hamburger. Fu Wan took a bite and found that the taste was indeed extraordinary.

I am the wisest one. I thought of making spicy hairtail sauce before going out to sea. Isn't that genius?

She ate the steamed bun while going over to invite those who hadn't had breakfast to have breakfast. It was then that she discovered that Fang Min and Fu Qing had discovered a piece of abalone at some point and were shoveling it quietly but desperately.