My fishing raft will ask for help.

Chapter 12 The deserted little beach

The house had all the pots and pans, including a brand new rice cooker, which clearly showed that Lu Xingyu had decided to use him as a chef after renting the house.

Now the chef has arrived, but he himself has vanished.

Thinking of him, Zhou Miao sighed softly, and his good mood from catching a lot of red sea bream and rock bream in the morning dropped a bit.

Composing himself, he started cooking rice. He cooked enough for two people so he wouldn't have to cook any more for dinner.

Then I took out the pork belly I had just bought, cut two-thirds of it, and put the rest in the refrigerator to use later that night.

For lunch, I simply made stir-fried pork belly with green peppers and stir-fried hot and sour cabbage.

It sounds spicy, but it's actually not spicy at all. He's from the coastal region of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, so he doesn't know how to eat spicy food. He just wanted to taste a little spiciness.

After filling my stomach, I took a nap on the small sofa in the living room.

When I woke up again, it was already 2 PM.

It's too early to go to the market to sell fish now; there aren't many people there.

Since there were no help requests at the fish farm today, I decided to take a small boat out to sea to see if I could trigger a new help request.

As for Sanshijiao, he really has no way to handle it right now.

Putting aside diving, the distance alone was far beyond what his small sampan could cover.

As he went downstairs to the dock, the tricycle had just left the alley when he suddenly realized that he had never refueled the boat since he came here.

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Zhou Miao was somewhat relieved; thankfully, she remembered.

If you were sailing at sea in the afternoon and suddenly ran out of fuel, you'd be completely helpless.

He quickly went to a nearby gas station and bought two 20-liter barrels of diesel, for a total of 40 liters, which would be enough for a short time, as the small sampan didn't use much fuel.

Back at the dock, he unloaded the oil onto the ship. He opened the oil tank and saw that the oil level was less than a third of what it used to be.

Zhou Miao poured both buckets down, which nearly filled the small oil tank.

Then he steered his boat to the outermost edge of the fish farm complex, looked around, and searched for a place to go.

But apart from this inhabited twin-cornered island in front of us, there doesn't seem to be anywhere else to go.

Let's go to Twin Horn Island!

The island is very close to the pier, only about five kilometers away, which is less than three nautical miles.

Small boats near the shore can only operate within three nautical miles of the shore. When the wind and waves are calm, they can go further. His little sampan has no problem going to Shuangjiao Island.

With a destination in mind, Zhou Miao headed towards the island.

The speed was not fast, and the driving was very stable.

The wind and waves are a bit rough today; his little sampan is no match for them.

If the boat capsizes, he might also go missing.

There is no bridge between Shuangjiao Island and Nanzhen, so you have to take a boat from the passenger ship terminal to visit them.

Halfway through the journey, Zhou Miao encountered a passenger ship and saw several beautiful young women standing on the deck enjoying the breeze.

These girls must have gone to play on the big beach at Twin Cape Island, right?

Will this kind of beach trigger a quest?

Thinking of this, Zhou Miao had an idea and followed in his small boat, intending to go to the beach first.

Sanhaili is very close, and it didn't take him long to reach the outer edge of the big beach.

Zhou Miao's gaze swept over the swaying bikinis, and he exclaimed, "So white!"

This is a scene that any normal man would like, but he had a clear goal and knew that the white car wouldn't belong to him until he got the money.

Therefore, his gaze swept past these scenes and settled on a few fishermen at the edge of the beach.

I didn't expect to see people doing sea fishing on this beach. However, it seems that the beach has been leased out and there are some other recreational activities available.

So Zhou Miao didn't get close, but observed the fishermen's catch from a distance.

After waiting for most of the day, I finally saw someone catch a fish and then lift up a tiny little fish.

This made him shake his head. How should I put it about the resources in the nearshore area?

It's really bad, but there are always some forgotten places that hold hidden treasures.

For example, the reef that appeared this morning would indeed be difficult to spot under normal circumstances.

He got a little closer, but the mission wasn't triggered, which disappointed Zhou Miao.

Perhaps this managed beach didn't require help, and he needed to find a wild one, so he took his boat to look for an uninhabited corner of the island.

The side of Shuangjiao Island facing Nanzhen is the residential area, while the small villages on the other side have long been abandoned and turned into no-man's land.

So when Zhou Miao made a small detour and arrived at the other side of Twin Horn Island, the system's voice came along with it.

[A plea for help from a small beach on the east side of Shuangjiao Island: This deserted beach is now piled high with marine debris. Nobody wants to be covered in dirt, so the beach is asking for your help in solving its garbage problem.]

"Well done, a mission has finally arrived."

Zhou Miao turned his gaze to the small beach a hundred meters away and knew that he had done the right thing.

Moreover, this type of task may be triggered frequently.

There's a lot of trash at sea and lots of deserted beaches; you never know when you might trigger one.

Then, after six months or a year, when there's a lot of junk, it might trigger repeatedly, turning the limited-time task into a repetitive reward-farming task.

As they sailed over in their small boat, Zhou Miao gasped in shock before even reaching the beach.

He was mentally prepared for a lot of trash on the beach, but he didn't expect there to be this much!

Various plastic bags, bottles, discarded fishing nets and floats, etc., were not something he could collect in an afternoon, and his boat couldn't hold them all.

I'm completely numb!

But thinking back to cleaning the fish rafts yesterday, I discovered a treasure trove of fishing spots.

If all the fish I caught this morning are sold successfully, I should make over a thousand yuan.

Moreover, the fish population at that fishing spot was quite substantial, allowing him to continue fishing for several more days.

If completing this task will lead to a similar fishing spot, then he won't need to worry about income for a while.

As long as I can make money, I won't feel anxious.

Zhou Miao's small sampan could go directly to the beach to land, but he had to go into the water. Since he didn't have rain boots, he chose to land on the small reefs at the edge and tie the boat there.

That's the good thing about small boats; they make it easy to get ashore.

Given the nature of his system's mission, even if he buys a large ship in the future, he'll need to equip it with a speedboat to avoid being unable to land.

After getting ashore, Zhou Miao looked around and estimated that the beach was only about 60 or 70 square meters.

However, the inner and outer sides of the beach, where it connects to the reefs, are covered with household garbage. Only the middle section, which is frequently washed by the waves, looks clean.

Having just arrived today and not being well-prepared, Zhou Miao found a reasonably intact tattered fishing net, picked up some plastic bottles, and threw them in to tidy up.

The fishing net was quickly filled. He tied a tight knot to make sure the bottles wouldn't fall out, then threw the contents onto the boat and went back to find more to fill the bottles.

These bottles may look unremarkable, but there are so many of them.

Perhaps because the island is close to the coast, there is a lot of garbage.

After picking up all the bottles, Zhou Miao clapped his hands and prepared to go back first, planning to come back tomorrow afternoon with beachcombing tongs and large-capacity garbage bags to continue.

After sailing the boat a short distance away from the beach, he looked back at the now slightly cleaner sand and suddenly felt that this kind of mission was pretty good.

Returning to the fish raft dock with a faint sense of joy and satisfaction, Zhou Miao placed the plastic bottles at the recycling station amidst the surprised gazes of some people.

He didn't throw it in the trash can, but left it beside him.

Perhaps for some people living in poverty, these plastic bottles can be a small source of income.