After the boxes were made, new fishing nets were still needed. Roughly one kilogram of crab hatchlings was put into each bag, and a box could hold at most four bags of crab hatchlings, which is to say, four kilograms. Considering the transportation in the carriage compartment and the stuffy heat along the journey, the experienced fisherman from Tai Lake even provided Uncle Lu with a little magical treasure for each box.
The so-called magical treasure was, in truth, simply a bottle of mineral water, frozen into ice. By the time it reached Beijing, the ice inside the bottle had almost completely melted.
Inside the foam boxes, among the oil-green fishing nets, the crab hatchlings were still crawling over each other, sideways and upright, unaware they had moved from south to north, to a new home.
"Uncle Lu, let me have a look, the crab hatchlings are all still lively, right?" Yezi hopped off the truck and followed Uncle Lu to take a look. Upon looking, Yezi's smile froze.