Chapter 303: Nothing to Harvest - 1

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The torrential rain washed the plank, pouring through the gaps between the double planks and forming a waterfall.

Crimson Mountain stepped onto the plank, lowered his head to enter the houseboat, and knelt down.

Liang Qu untied the boat rope, pulled up the iron anchor, "Remember to go back and tell Songbao, to wait for my return and come to work at the Fishing Tax Office too! Let's go!"

"Got it! Brother Shui, take care!"

"Fair winds to you!"

The two young men in the fishing corral withdrew the long jumping board laid across the houseboat and waved to the houseboat sailing into the curtain of rain until it was reduced to a blurred gray shadow.

The two grasped the jumping board, wiped the water from their faces, and looked around.

Waves slapped the shore as fishing boats stacked and pressed against each other.

All surrounding tea houses had closed up shop.

From morning to noon, not a single fisherman on the Great Marsh had set out or returned with their boat.