Under the slightly hot sun, Wei Ran took an extra mop he bought not long ago and dipped it in the paint bucket, and then worked hard as a painter.
Compared with the small brush that is only about the size of a palm, this mop is undoubtedly much easier to use, but it also consumes a lot more paint. If Ivan, who is busy selling fish, sees this, he will inevitably be used again.
Make up a few words.
Because of this, before Weiran bought the mop, he bought two additional large barrels of paint of the same color and an angle grinder for rust removal.
Under such busy work of constructing and assembling materials, he not only completed the painting of the deck before 12 noon, but even painted the outside of the cockpit with an extra layer of sky blue paint.
With nothing to do, Wei Ran, who was interested, simply waved the mop and painted all the places that needed painting. He also cleaned the cabin and put away the accumulated old wine bottles and various broken cardboard boxes.
All the rubbish such as children were thrown out.
After finishing all the work at hand, he took off his paint-stained apron, carried the rocking chair in one hand, and the insulated lunch box that he had not yet opened in the other hand, stepped on the gangplank to the pier, and began to enjoy the long-overdue breakfast.
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At two o'clock in the afternoon, when Ivan, three people and one cat came back with a stroller, Wei Ran was already snoring on the lounge chair basking in the sun.
"Victor, it's time to go home." Ivan kicked the rocking chair to wake up Wei Ran, who was sleeping.
"Sold out?" Wei Ran yawned, stood up unsteadily and began to pack up the lounge chairs.
"Of course they are sold out, and I brought you lunch." As Ivan spoke, he handed over two burgers wrapped in paper.
"Thank you." The sleepy Wei Ran took the burger, "Is there anything that needs to be shipped back today?"
"It seems you have adapted to this job"
Ivan said as he walked towards the ship, "But there is nothing to be transported back today... You even painted the outside of the cockpit?"
"It's a convenient thing," Wei Ran said with some pride.
"Victor, although you are very diligent, your painting skills are really rough." The bearded old man said with a look of disgust, "Even if you use a mop to paint, it won't look so ugly."
"I just used a mop to brush it..."
"Forget it, get ready to go home." Ivan's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything after all. After untying the cable, he greeted Wei Ran and walked into the cockpit.
Looking at the clean cockpit, Ivan's face finally showed a look of satisfaction, "Because you are so diligent, you must drive the boat out of the dock slowly this time.
One thing, if you damage someone else's fishing boat, you will pay for it."
I should have known I wouldn't be so diligent...
Wei Ran muttered to himself, started the engine step by step, and steered the boat slowly away from the dock.
After narrowly avoiding the surrounding fishing boats, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief and carefully turned the direction of the boat's bow.
"Raise the speed to the highest level," Ivan said without warning.
"To the highest level?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.
Ivan was too lazy to talk nonsense and directly pushed the accelerator to the bottom. Suddenly, the roar of the engine became much more violent.
Except for Wei Ran who almost stumbled and fell because he didn't check for a while, the two old men in the cabin looked at each other and then stood up and walked into the engine room silently. Ivan, on the other hand, sat down on Wei Ran.
Sitting on the chair next to him, he put his hands on the dashboard and tapped the table with his fingers unconsciously.
In contrast, Wei Ran was much more nervous. As the ship's speed soared, he became more and more careful in his operations, fearing that turning the steering wheel too fast would cause the ship to roll over.
Fortunately, seeing the small fishing village getting closer, Ivan finally returned the throttle to its original position. After a while, the ship's speed further decreased, and Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief.
This boat just ran at a high speed of 36 knots. Although converted to the speed of a car on land, it is only about 60 kilometers per hour, but the same speed is really scary on this broken boat that makes no noise when running.
"The next port call is also left to you."
Ivan pointed to his pier outside the window and said, "If you damage my pier, go to the forest and cut down trees to repair it yourself."
Wei Ran's heart just returned to his stomach and he carefully maneuvered the fishing boat closer to it, squeezing the used tires hanging on the dock and slowly stopping.
When the engine stalled, Ivan nodded with satisfaction, "You're not too stupid. Okay, let's get off the boat and see if there is anything Yana needs your help with."
"Is the work done for today?"
Wei Ran asked as he carried his suitcase and walked out. He came back early this afternoon, and with the top speed he had driven all the way, it was only less than three o'clock.
"Of course it's over"
Ivan squatted down and touched the paint on the deck with his finger, "And I want to thank you for painting the deck with such a thick layer of paint. If it can't be done tonight, we won't have to get up early tomorrow."
"Uh..." Wei Ran grinned, finally realizing belatedly that he seemed to have done something stupid.
"This is not bad. You can do other things." Ivan rarely blamed Wei Ran. He just said as he walked, "Victor, come with me to repair the roof tomorrow."
"As long as you don't mind my poor skills"
Wei Ran said nonchalantly, after getting along with each other for the past two days, he finally stopped thinking about whether the other party would test him, and just thought he was here for a vacation to experience life.
After Ivan put the things back into the house, the two of them returned to the boat. Together with the other two old guys, they took down the fishing nets and hung them on the racks on the shore.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After all this busy work, the time was not much earlier than yesterday. Even because the bearded old guy needed help to repair the fishing boat engine, he was pulled into the guard.
When Ran emerged from the engine room with oil on his hands and face, the lights were already on in the wooden house not far away.
Just like yesterday, Wei Ran went back to his room early after dinner. With nothing to do, he simply took out his laptop and continued working on his graduation thesis. It was already mid-to-late May, and according to his cheap tutor, next month
I have to finish my thesis work before the middle of the year, so I only have less than a month left.
In the blink of an eye, the next morning, when Wei Ran woke up under the urging of his biological clock, Ivan and his wife had already made breakfast and were busy making preparations for repairing the roof.
There was nothing too difficult about the job. With the help of the two old guys who worked on the boat whose names I still don’t know, and the help of several enthusiastic neighbors, it took half a day to complete the task.
The roof of this wooden house was re-paved with waterproof material.
Under Yana's warm reception, everyone who had been busy for a long time had a lively lunch, and Ivan finally got his wish and had a big drink with his friends and neighbors.
Wei Ran, who was watching on the sidelines, sighed secretly. Although this was Maozi's territory, and although this remote fishing village was not too wealthy, it was indeed not much different from many rural areas in China.
The same distant relatives are not as good as the close neighbors, the same young people are pitifully few, the same middle-aged and old people who have been forgotten by the prosperous world outside. Of course, there are also the same leisure and tranquility that cannot be experienced in the city, and the seemingly absent feeling.
A trace of boredom.
After eating and drinking, the drunken Ivan sent away the neighbors and friends who came to help, but without saying a word, he threw a fishing gear bag to Wei Ran and motioned to follow him, then picked up a bunch of keys and headed towards the dock.
Walk.
"What are we going to do?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"Of course we're going fishing." When Ivan said this, he changed the topic and asked abruptly, "Can you dive?"
"Yes, but not very professional."
Wei Ran answered truthfully that Hongqi Forest Farm did teach diving, and he spent money to experience it when he was in Hawaii not long ago, but the deepest depth was only more than 20 meters.
"Forget it, we're just fishing today." Ivan said, already stepping onto the deck of the fishing boat, raising his hand to point in the direction casually.
Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't bother to ask any more questions. He started the engine more skillfully and drove the fishing boat away from the pier towards the northeast.
"Stop the engine and come fishing with me." Ivan said, already carrying a black fishing gear bag and stepping out of the cabin.
After a whole day of drying, the thick layer of paint on the deck was finally almost dry. Even the lazy Wei Yan used a rough mop when painting, which actually added some extra friction.
The old man and the young man each set up a lounge chair on the deck at the stern of the boat. Ivan skillfully shook the slender fishing rod, threw the light fly hook into the water, and then smoothly moved the fishing rod in his hand to the hole in the armrest of the rocking chair.
He lay down as soon as he caught the bait, obviously not caring whether any fish would take the bait.
In comparison, Wei Ran is not far behind. After all, his grandma's family is from Baiyangdian. Not to mention fishing, even with the kind of net he used yesterday morning, he can barely cast a big enough circle.
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Wei Ran also threw the light fishhook into the water, imitating the other party's example and fixed the fishing rod on the armrest of the rocking chair, while secretly thinking about what the other party was going to say.
“Concentrate on fishing and don’t think blindly”
As if Ivan had guessed what he was thinking, he closed his eyes and reminded him, and soon after, he snored loudly.
"Forget it, just treat it as a play..."
Wei Ran muttered something in his heart again, rocking the rocking chair with great interest, driving the fishing rod fixed on it, and then pulling the fake bait at the end of the fishing line, patiently seducing the prey underwater who wanted to stand out.
