Chương 690: Raising Fish Ourselves

A certain sunny day in mid-July, in the third year of Shenyuan.

Turbulent waves powered by swift currents raged around a small island somewhere in the endless Pacific Ocean. From time to time, the waves would rush the island's shores, showing no sign of being "pacific".

On the island, a large group of octopuses stood against the waves and repeatedly made "kakaka" sounds, as if communicating with their companions.

"Zhang Da, quickly get your bothers to cover the freshly-dug fish pond with a fishing net so that when the big waves come, the fish won't be wash away," shouted the one-eyed octopus loudly.

"Yes, chief." A large octopus waved its limbs to direct a group of younger octopuses to cover the ponds with fishing nets.