These fishermen have low backgrounds and limited spiritual roots, so they have basically no children to join the sect.

There is no one who can become a formation master.

Another person said, "Little brother, don't be polite, the fish soup will not be fresh when it is cold."

This man was the son of that old monk and had seen Mo Hua that day.

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Then it's better to obey your orders than respect!"

So Mo Hua had a meal in the fishing village.

The fish soup is very fresh. Although it is simple to make and there are few seasonings, it is cooked immediately, and it is original and tastes very good.

But it doesn't contain much spiritual energy.

These are actually the lowest-level spirit fish, which are relatively cheap, and are used for lower-level fishing and repairing.

And you can only taste fresh, you won’t be full.

What fisherman really uses to fill his stomach is a white-gray pasta, which is bitter and hard, but can resist hunger.

Mo Hua only took a small bite and stopped eating it because it didn't taste good.

But these fishing practitioners must swallow this unpalatable thing with fish soup.

No matter how unpalatable it is, you have to eat it, otherwise you will not have the energy to go down the river to catch fish.

Mo Hua sighed slightly in her heart.

Later, I learned from the chat that this family's surname is Yu, which is also the most common surname in this small fishing village.

The older fisherman, known as "Lao Yutou", was in the early stage of foundation building.

His eldest son, named "Yu Dahe", was in the middle stage of foundation building, and he had also seen ink paintings before.

Yu Dahe got married and gave birth to two sons. Three generations lived together. Although the family was poor, they lived their lives as much as they could.

"By the way, little brother," Lao Yutou suddenly said curiously, "Why did you come to our village?"

Mo Hua was still drinking fish soup, but when he heard this, he found an excuse and said:

"I want to buy a few more nets. Last time I caught a big fish, but it broke it."

"This is easy to deal with." Old Yutou didn't doubt it when he heard this. "I'll give you a few pictures later. We made them ourselves. The materials may be a little worse, and the appearance is a bit rough, but they are absolutely durable."

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Yu."

Then he was a little confused, "Uncle, do you have to make your fishing nets by yourself?"

Old Yu shook his head and said, "There are also weapons refining businesses in the city, but they are too expensive and are not worth spending the unjust spirit stone."

"It just so happens that the refining of this fishing net is not complicated, so we did it ourselves."

Old Yu sighed: "We fishermen are poor, so we need to use more places to use spirit stones. If we can save one, we can save one..."

After saying that, Old Yu said self-deprecatingly, "Old man is poor, little brother, don't dislike him."

Mo Hua shook her head, "When I was a child, my family was very poor, and it was similar to you."

Old Yu was stunned, and then he just thought Mo Hua was comforting them, so he smiled kindly.

"By the way," Mo Hua asked, "Mr. Yu, do monks from outside the village often come here in your village?"

Old Yu did not doubt that he was there, pondered for a moment and said:

“It’s not too often…”

"Occasionally, some people come to collect fish, some come to ask for prices, and some houses are empty, and other monks will come to live for a while..."

"Is the house empty?" Mo Hua said in confusion.

"Yeah." Old Yu was full and found out from somewhere. He touched a roll of bitter tobacco and took a silent mouthful, but his tone was very casual:

"When a person dies, the house will be empty."

The eyes of the ink painting are slightly deeper.

Old Yu smacked his lips and shook his head and said:

"Those who are fishing practitioners are not good at making a living. If the storm is too big, people will die. If the storm is not big, people will die."

"In the past few years, there was a family of fathers and sons, who braved the wind and waves and went to Yanshui River to catch fish. Unexpectedly, a big wave came and the boat overturned. The father and son all sank to the bottom of the river and were eaten by the water demon..."

"Their house was empty..."

"This kind of thing happens several times every year. Some old fishing practitioners live well, but all their children and grandchildren die; some couples just got married, their husbands were dragged into a vortex and drowned, and their widows were still widowed; some were storms and waves for several months, unable to fish and starve to death at home; some fishing practitioners felt that it was too hard and could not survive, so they moved out to make another living, and now they didn't know whether it was death or life..."

“So I’ll empty some houses every year…”

Old Yu took a sip of cigarette, his mood was not fluctuating, and he was obviously a little numb.

"Will people die if there is not much wind and waves?" Mo Hua asked again.

Old Yu coughed gently and sighed, "The wind and waves are not big, so there are more fish that are cultivated and caught. Once there are more fish, the price will naturally be lower. In fact, it will not be much more profitable than when the wind and waves are bigger..."

"It's still as poor."

"And the family that runs a kitchen building will come to reduce the price, and the price is extremely low. If you agree, it will be fine, but if you don't agree, you will inevitably get a punch."

"I was not lucky and I was beaten to death directly, and the opponent didn't admit it."

"After this is just a fish seller. Sometimes I get mad and I'm crazy. Some people sell their children and daughters..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Daotingsi doesn't care?"

Old Yu shook his head, with a little bitterness on his face:

"Little brother, you don't understand that we monks who do not live in the fairy city and are scattered outside have no 'cultural records'."

"The unregistered monks, Daotingsi's management is very loose. No one knows if they are missing or a few die."

“Even…”

Old Master Yu's eyes were a little indifferent, "The whole village is dead, and Daotingsi may not know after several months..."

Mo Hua felt cold in her heart and asked:

"Have you ever had this happen before?"

Old Yu was stunned, "What's the matter?"

Mo Hua whispered: "The entire fishing village is dead..."

Old Yu laughed, "I just said that, you kid, don't be serious..."

"oh."

Ink painting breathed lightly.

But then Mo Hua was a little confused, "Spiritual fish... should be quite expensive, why are fishermen still so poor?"

Mo Hua remembers that in Qingzhou City, Master Gu invited him to dinner at Xiankeng Tower. A plate of spiritual fish is worth a lot of spiritual stones.

Old Yu waved his hand and said, "That's what the nearby family is selling. A spirit fish can be sent to the kitchen building, and you can earn more than a dozen spirit stones, and hundreds of spirit stones."

"But here, one-grade spirit fish, only earn one-point spiritual stone, one-grade spirit fish, one-grade spirit fish, it's good to earn one-grade spirit stone..."

Old Yu sighed.

"Can't you sell it yourself?"

Old Yu shook his head, "It's not that simple. One or two pieces are fine. Hundreds or thousands of pieces are not sold earlier, and they will be ruined..."

"And, several families around here have already discussed together. What year and what price are all determined by them."

“Where can we decide.”

"Once you think of other means and want to earn more spirit stones, you will be secretly retaliated..."

After Lao Yu finished speaking, he looked at the ink painting and said earnestly:

"So, little brother, you must practice well in the sect. If your cultivation level is high in the future, no one dares to bully you."

Mo Hua looked at Lao Yutou and felt a little complicated.

If a monk has a high level of cultivation, he will not be bullied, but he will naturally turn against him and will think about bullying others.

The ones who bully you...

After that, the two chatted for a while, and after noon, the fishermen were going to work again.

Yu Dahe went to the river, but Lao Yutou seemed to have something to do in the afternoon, but he stayed.

Mo Hua had to wait for the river dragon in the fishing village, so he simply didn't leave, but sat in the yard and chatted with Lao Yutou.

Old Yutou lived all his life and had seen many ups and downs.

"Although life is a bit harder now, it's not bad. At least the family is together and they have some food to eat..."

"If it were before, the smoke river was flooded and the storm was stormy every day, it would be really not a life for people..."

"Oh." Mo Hua listened carefully.

As we were chatting, suddenly a group of monks came over from a distance.
To be continued...