She Only Cares About Cultivation
Chapter 201: Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 51 (third watch)

Chapter 201: Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 51 (third watch)

On a sunny and calm day, Xiao Yu stepped onto a speedboat and sailed away from the small island where she had lived for nearly four years.

She didn’t choose to land in the direction of her home but drifted on the sea surface in the speedboat, looking around and occasionally making notes on her map.

When the weather was good, it was fine, but when there were storms, she would stow away the speedboat, enter her space shelter to avoid the wind and waves, and come out again when it was tranquil outside.

During this time, of course, the farm work in her space was not neglected. From morning till night, she toiled with a hoe and watering can.

After reaching Level 5, she was able to grow red dates and eggplants. The price of seeds kept rising, and naturally, the selling price did too.

For the fisherwoman Shen Xiaoyu, the outside world was unfamiliar. Besides the small fishing village, she had never ventured out her entire life.

Likewise, Tangyuan, the modern girl who crossed through, didn’t understand this world either. The reason she wasn’t in a hurry to land and chose to map out the area by wandering around was to understand how many places there were to land in this sea region.

The speedboat moved quickly, and when it ran out of fuel, she could buy more in her space, which provided her with great convenience.

After drifting at sea for a whole month, she chose a relatively large harbor to land at. Of course, since the speedboat was an object that didn’t exist in this era, she didn’t dare to land during the day. Thus, she changed to landing in the dead of night. Approaching the harbor, concerned that the noise would attract attention, she jumped into the sea and swam a good distance to avoid detection.

The clothes she wore were coarse cloths she had fashioned herself, modeled after the old clothes Shen Xiaoyu used to wear, ensuring they would fit in with this world.

As for cloth shoes, they were available for purchase in her space, so she bought a pair instead of making them.

After landing, she took advantage of the solitude to discreetly change into dry clothes on the dock, then crept ashore in the dark to find a place to hide, waiting for daylight to emerge. It was too dark to see anything around her, which was not conducive to her movement.

The seaside was chilly at night, so she took shelter in her space until it started to get light outside, rushing out just as the eastern sky barely revealed a break of dawn.

Only then did she have the opportunity to observe her surroundings. True to being the largest dock she had seen, there were twenty to thirty boats of various sizes moored here. Regardless of the condition of the boats, at least she saw human activity—people setting out to fish early in the morning, which indicated they were healthy. In other words, the epidemic from four years ago had probably completely dissipated.

Relieved, she strolled along the protective embankment, looking around to observe everyone’s emotions, conversations, and attire, comparing herself to them. After making sure there were no significant issues, she boldly walked toward the more bustling upstream area.

The embankment where she was located was designed for docking boats. To get up there, she had to climb the stairs built by the fishermen.

After climbing up, she saw houses and a noisy crowd, a continuous cacophony of vendors hawking their goods, and the familiar smell of fish that she knew so well.

This must be a relatively large seafood market.

Fishermen sold the seafood they caught directly to these traders, who in turn sold the fish to other middlemen. Since all were wholesale merchants, this area must be a commercial hub. The deeper she went, the busier it became, with more houses in sight. She also saw restaurants, pharmacies, and inns. Compared to the ancient streets seen on movies and TV, this place was shabbier and poorer.