If he didn't have this wooden bucket, he definitely wouldn't be able to bring back all the seafood unless he stuffed the odor-filled seafood into his backpack.
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With the beachcombing activity successfully completed, Chen Zhou set off on his return journey, his backpack securely fastened and wearing a wide-brimmed hat.
The wall of stones and wood on the beach was still unfinished. He planned to find a large container once he got home tonight to let that big batch of shellfish purge sand, and tomorrow he would descend the mountain to work on the stone wall again.
There's still over ten days left, no need to rush.
Besides, descending the mountain again tomorrow means he can beachcomb more; if luck strikes, he might just stumble upon a big lobster or crab.
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The act of beachcombing brings a sense of relaxation and pleasure.
Especially in this secluded paradise where natural resources are rich and seafood is incredibly easy to obtain.
