After chatting about his own affairs, Li Xingxing became interested in driving the sea.

"Brother Xiaoxia, we're here to pick up seafood, too." I picked it up and made seafood porridge, seafood soup or fried seafood, and I felt full of accomplishment.

What can Xia Mingxing do?

Sacrifice your life to accompany your wife!

They did not bring the tools to drive the sea. Xia Mingxing exchanged a pound of food stamps for the extra bamboo baskets for the middle-aged woman carrying the child. She was so happy that the other party was exposed and put away the food stamps like a treasure.

Not to mention that Li Xingxing took out a big white rabbit milk candy and peeled it and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

The child looks two or three years old, not a baby.

Otherwise, she would not dare to feed others candy casually.

The middle-aged woman patted her chest: "If you can't pick it up, I can give you what I picked up!"

She arrived as soon as the tide fell, and she had some gains.

Li Xingxing smiled at her, "Let's pick it up for a while, let's talk about it if you can't pick it up."

Driving the sea, she is here!

The leather shoes on the beach made the middle-aged woman feel distressed and her mouth twitch.

They must be very rich and rich.

Li Xingxing shouted from time to time: "Shrimp Climbing! Haihong! Oysters! Brother Xiao Xia, come quickly! Oysters are very nourishing!"

It is not the best time to catch the sea, and the wind is not particularly strong, so there is not much seafood rolled up by the tide and landed on the beach, but it can't help but Li Xingxing is fresh!

I even picked up a big conch!

She held the conch and shook it at Xia Mingxing: "Brother Xiao Xia, do you think there will be an orange pearl inside?"

A million-dollar bead!

Xia Mingxing smiled: "I am very convinced of your fortune, but now..."

"How is it now?" Li Xingxing asked.

He said: "Unsure, no one can understand God's bias."

After listening to their conversation, the middle-aged woman suddenly said, "Is it a yellow bead?"

"Yes, have you seen it?" Li Xingxing turned his head in an instant and looked at her with bright eyes. "It's just yellow beads, and the conch inside it includes orange red, orange yellow, yellow and other colors."

The middle-aged woman grinned: "Is there a family? Can I change the five-pound food coupon?"

Li Xingxing was stunned: "You have one?"

No, Melale conch is generally produced in Southeast Asia, Pacific and Indian Oceans, such as Myanmar, Thailand, Vietnam, etc., so we often see fishermen there prescribe Melale pearls and go to the news.

There won't be any in the Yellow Sea unless the conch came from there.

Is it possible?

Li Xingxing was not very clear.

She heard the middle-aged woman laugh and said, "There is one that my man brought back from the south during his lifetime. He is a seaman and often goes out to sea to eat conch meat there. The eldest one is the same as the egg yolk. No one knows what it is. Comrade, if you really want it, just give it five kilograms of food coupons. I am very willing to give it to you!"

He said this, but he was nervous. Will she change it?

Five kilograms of food coupons have been enough for several days.

After the husband had an accident, the mother and daughter were kicked out by their in-laws' family. Life was getting worse and worse. They were worried about food every day, fearing that one day they would stop. Like the elderly in the village, they starved to death and no one knew about it.

Li Xingxing stretched out two slaps: "Take it back and show it to me. If it is very beautiful, I will give you ten kilograms of food coupons!"

If it is a top-quality Meile bead, it doesn’t matter if it adds something.

It was not a difficult task for me, but it was a timely help for the mother and daughter who were ragged and barefoot.

"Wait!" The middle-aged woman threw down a sentence, pulled her legs away, carrying a basket on her back.

In less than half an hour, she came back with her child on her back.

Looking around, I found Li Xingxing and Xia Mingxing's figures, and then I felt relieved. I hurried to them and handed them a rusty can of wheat milk sperm: "Apart from yellow beads, do you want anything else? They are all things left by my man, and they are messy, and I don't know each other very well."
Chapter completed!