Live Broadcast Back to the Village Fishing Explosion in the East China Sea

In late May, there was heavy humidity along the eastern Zhejiang coast. Fenghua, Ningbo, Xunhu Street, Qifeng Village. The salty and moist sea breeze flows across Shuangshan Pier, and the waves wash over the blue-black rocks over and over again. The rocks are densely covered with oyster shells. Over the years, they are engraved with traces of the sea. There are many masts on the pier, and fishing boats of all sizes are lined up along the coastline. The old steel hulls are corroded by the sea wind and sea water, giving them a dull metallic sheen. Between the ebb and flow of the tide, the entire fishing village is filled with the unique and rustic smell of sea water, fish oil, and hemp rope. On the cement road at the entrance of the village, a black family car slowed down slowly and finally stopped at the intersection of the stone steps of the pier. The car door opened and Shen Ye got out. At the age of twenty-two, he has a tall and straight body and broad shoulders. He has a strong body developed from years of exercise. He wears simple black short-sleeved and wear-resistant work trousers, a pair of clean safety shoes on his feet, and an old black backpack on his back, which contains all his belongings in the city for three years. Dress lightly and return to your homeland. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.