Time Travel: A Fisherwoman Goes to the Sea to Raise a Baby

The 443rd Octopus Talisman Appears



The 443rd Octopus Talisman Appears

The rain suddenly stopped when all was quiet at night.

The next morning, when Xu Yi got up, she found that there was only a slight breeze blowing.

The sky was still somewhat overcast, like an old porcelain covered with a gray veil. The east did not show the usual pale light, but only clumps of bluish-gray clouds slowly drifted by, like cotton wool soaked in water, heavily pressing down on the eaves.

The air was filled with a dusty, earthy smell, which seemed harmless at first glance, but it was a sign that a typhoon was approaching.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and leaned against the door, her gaze falling on the broken tiles scattered around the courtyard.

Thinking to myself that I would have to repair the roof after breakfast, I realized that I would need to do so later.

"Creak" sound.

The door to the west wing was pushed open, and Sihai peeked out, still half asleep. The belt of his undergarment hung loosely at his waist, and one of the sleeves was dangling.

As soon as he stepped across the threshold, a sea breeze brazenly slipped into his open collar, and the child shivered violently, shrinking his neck and hissing. The lingering sleepiness was instantly dispelled by the chill.

"I told you not to dress properly."

San Chuan snorted and went over to help him put on his clothes.

"Is my older sister going to the restaurant again today?"

Sanchuan stuffed a willow branch into Sihai's mouth and pulled him to squat down next to Xu Yiyi. The three siblings squatted in a row.

It looks rather comical.

"I'm not going. The weather doesn't look right."

Xu Yi rinsed her mouth and got up to walk towards the kitchen.

She stood in the kitchen, frowning.

What would you two like to eat?

Xu Yiyi couldn't make a choice, so she ultimately gave the decision to the two little kids.

"Big sister..." Sanchuan stood at the door, wiping the water off his face, "I want something hot to eat."

Sihai poked his little head out from behind, "I don't want to eat rice noodles."

She looked at the two little faces still showing signs of sleep, and said, "Then let's have seafood porridge."

With a cold face, Xu Yiyi scooped up the seafood that was usually kept in the tank and cleaned it. During this time, she also made sure to have Sihai run to tell Xu Anyang that they would not be going to work at the restaurant today.

As the stove crackled and popped, the aroma of rice gradually mingled with the fresh scent of the sea.

She poured the clams and anchovies into the boiling porridge pot, and finally sprinkled a handful of bright green scallions.

The three siblings each held a bowl and sat back in the inner room, eating in small bites.

After feeding Wu Yuan, Xu Yiyi carried the frame to the yard and carefully climbed up to repair the roof.

"Big sister, you have to be careful!"

San Chuan's tone was filled with worry. Xu Yi looked down and saw three children staring longingly at the shelf below.

"Big sister will be careful."

The wind picked up, and the old trees in the yard rustled loudly in the breeze.

The clouds pressing down from the horizon looked so heavy they seemed about to fall onto the eaves.

She deftly rolled up the hem of her skirt, tied it in a knot at her waist, revealing her worn-out trousers underneath.

Xu Yi climbed carefully, but not slowly.

She had been on that roof more than once.

As she sat on the roof ridge, the wind suddenly rushed into her arms, and her clothes instantly swelled up.

Looking out, the horizon was already blurred, and the waves must have started to get aggressive.

She squinted as she carefully lifted the loose tiles one by one and rearranged them tightly.

When they reached the northwest corner, they discovered something that shouldn't have been there.

She had just removed the last piece of broken tile when her fingertips suddenly touched something hard.

The object was half-buried under years of fallen leaves and dust, gleaming with a cold, metallic luster.

It was neither a tile nor an ordinary weight.

Xu Yi's heart skipped a beat, and she leaned forward, stretching out her arm to pick up the thing.

Carefully brushing away the topsoil, the outline of the object gradually became clear in my hand—it was half a token.

This shouldn't be here.

A chill ran through her fingertips. She frowned, her eyes filled with confusion at the appearance of the token.

"Miss?"

When there was sudden silence above, Sanchuan immediately became frightened.

"It's nothing, I'm almost done with my work."

Xu Yi responded instinctively and then placed the token in front of her chest.

He bent down, almost touching the sloping tile surface, and used stones to pound the brick joints together. Finally, he covered every inch of the roof with fishing nets before going down the ladder.


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