"Tide?" Yang Changfan showed a confused expression.

"You boy!" Mrs. Pang then stared at her eyes and reacted, "Take a measure while the tide is falling!"

"What is the tide?" Yang Changfan blinked, "Aunt, my nephew has only been awake for a few days and hasn't heard of this word."

"..." Mrs. Pang looked at Yang Changfan's stupid expression and couldn't have a temper.

She turned to look at the bamboo pole on the mudflat and thought to herself.

The area of ​​the land rented by Yang Changfan is calculated based on the coastline four meters away, but in fact it is more than 100%.

Because of the huge difference in sea water fluctuations, when the tide is high, the area of ​​the sea fields will rise at least six meters, which is a 20 acres of sea.

As for the surrounding mudflats, I agreed casually at that time, but now it seems that there are quite a lot.

Inside and outside, this kid spent 50 acres of money and captured 100 acres!

Looking at Yang Changfan again, he still looked confused.

Mrs. Pang was angry and didn't know how to spread it out. In fact, she didn't suffer any losses, but just took less advantage. As the saying goes, taking advantage is not enough, so she had to think about making up for it from other aspects.

"Forget it, they are all my own people." Mrs. Pang waved her hand powerlessly, "You are here to surround the sea, and the people in the institute have already had their opinions. I just suppressed it."

"Auntie Xie." Yang Changfan bowed without any extra actions.

Mrs. Pang showed a ferocious expression. Didn’t you give gifts quickly yesterday? Why are you now hustle?

She always wanted to get something more, so she turned to the wooden house: "This house is for guarding the sea. If you live here, you have to observe it at all times and notify the office immediately if you have any questions."

"must."

"..." Mrs. Pang stared at Yang Changfan in entangledly and gave her something, boy, she took such a big advantage.

Yang Changfan was not smart at all this time and had no intention of taking care of him.

Old aunt, it's almost the same.

At this time, Qiaoer returned with a basin of shells she had just picked up. She had learned to learn the matter and must be used as early as possible. When she saw Mrs. Pang, she had to say hello.

"Wait..." Mrs. Pang looked at the shells of various colors in the basin, raised her hand and called Qiaoer, jogged all the way, and smiled at the basin, "How many?"

"There are still in the distance, I can't hold it anymore." Qiaoer smiled.

"Come on, let me see." Mrs. Pang's face was really like a city wall, so she reached out to search in the basin, "Let me take two and go back to play with the children."

Damn, you have to start with this broken shell, and there is still a bottom line.

Kid? Where are there children? That black girl is thirty?

Mrs. Pang is a master of taking advantage, but she is an eye thief. In an instant, she grabbed two large shells with beautiful colors and beautiful shapes and appearances: "Niece-in-law, how good are these two for aunt?"

"..." Qiaoer felt very distressed. These two shells were the most beautiful this morning. She glanced at her husband and had to say helplessly, "If you like it, take it."

"Haha, it's not a question of like it, it's actually your sister like it." Mrs. Pang accepted it with a smile, looked back at Yang Changfan, and showed a look of "You are too tender", then twisted her waist and left.

When Mrs. Pang walked away, Qiaoer pulled her husband and whispered: "Why did she even take this? No wonder the people in the institute live so hard!"

"It's okay, two shells."

"Those two are the best, they can make necklaces! Maybe it can be worth more than ten cents!" Qiaoer was really careful. He originally estimated that the harvest this morning was enough to spend half a meal, but now it was enough for two people.

"More than ten cents? How did this price come out?"

"That's right, my husband." Qiaoer pulled Yang Changfan and squatted on the mudflat, slid over the shells in the basin and gestured. "Often the unspicable shells are not worth much money, so they just make up the same size. They are worn into strings, which cost a few cents a day, and may not be sold."

She said as she picked out a shell with a purer color and larger size and said, "Like this one, you can make a necklace alone. If you are lucky, you can meet the person you want and sell it for ten cents. The two that Mrs. Pang just took away were all better than this."

Yang Changfan then asked, "What other sales are there besides strings of child necklaces?"

"What else can this be, it's not rare."

“No arts and crafts?”

"Aren't skewers just crafts?"

Yang Changfan's hometown was also a coastal place in his previous life. In addition to fishing and breeding, shell crafts have always been a way out for life. Although things cannot be sold at the price, the price is low. But shells are almost inexhaustible. So many people are doing them, they always have to find ways to make their things more interesting. Therefore, various processing methods and styles have been developed by skilled craftsmen. The most outstanding development is naturally the shell wind chime. They use a few ropes to hang the shells together and hang them on the window. When the breeze blows, the ringtone will be crisp and beautiful. If the color is colorful, the sales will be quite stable.

Yang Changfan asked with a shocked expression: "Is no one making a bell?"

"Lingzi?" Qiaoer looked at the shell in confusion, "What does it have to do with Linzi?"

"Hehe." Yang Changfan smiled comfortably, "It seems that we will have no worries about food and clothing."

There are really business opportunities everywhere, thank you Mrs. Pang for your tips.

Yang Changfan then ordered Qiaoer to continue to go to Shitan, but changed his clothes and ran to the office.

The military households and family members along the way were inevitably pointed at Yang Changfan, not because he was too tall, but because he was too tall, there was probably only one person in Shaoxing Mansion.

But everyone has no praise for this young master. It doesn’t matter whether you are stupid or not. It doesn’t matter whether you are divided or not has to do with us. If you circle the mudflats and do it yourself, you will get us off. Many women and children have the habit of picking up the beach, and in the future they can only count on walking a few miles before picking up the beach. They are very uncomfortable.

Yang Changfan was already used to his amazing turnaround rate, and his face did not change color and his heart did not beat. He rushed to the office all the way.

The Lihai Office is really shabby. It looks not much bigger than the yard of Lao Yang's family. The red door has fallen into yellow paint. The lions on both sides look worse than cats. If it weren't for the words engraved on the plaque, I really couldn't believe it was the state military agency.

No one was guarding the door. Yang Changfan went in and circled around for a while before he saw a person who looked like a clerk. He quickly asked for directions. The clerk looked at him for a long time before he barely pointed to the place where Lao Ding worked.

This is actually a small agency. The best office belongs to the thousand-household deputy-household households. A policing like Lao Ding has to be a little bit behind, but it is much more comfortable than the office location of ordinary people.

Lao Ding's room was open, and he was sitting in front of the desk with a frown and staring at the stack of notebooks in front of the table.
Chapter completed!