On Dawei Island in the South China Sea, there are so many shipwrecks that you can step on blue and white porcelain. I drove a broken sampan into the pier and almost knocked over a group of antique customers' boxes. At the age of seventeen, the man is thin and the boat is also thin. When we docked, someone on the shore shouted: Who raised that kid? I threw the cable ashore and patted the bag on my waist. In the bag is a whole piece of Yuan blue and white that has just been fished out, and the glaze is still dripping with sea water. Don't rush to bid, let me wring out the wet clothes first.
