Chapter 29 Small Dreams Turn into Distant Stars
If only—Xie Tiancheng wished he could keep switching boats forever!
A man can be romantic!
But in the end, he still has to grow old.
Those small childhood dreams—They beco distant stars once you grow up.
“To buy a ten-thousand-ton ship, your wealth has to reach the ceiling level.”
“How do you reach ceiling level wealth?”
“How would I know? If I knew, I’d have bought one myself. Do any of you know?”
Bai Zimo replied, “If you want to reach the ceiling faster, just lower the floor to one ter high.”
Pfft!
Hahaha!
The entire cabin burst into laughter!
“Zimo, you better work hard. Your dad’s dream was to one day steer a big ship into the sea too!”
Things change!
The canal is still the sa!
But the people are not who they once were!
Xie Wanghe laughed and said, “Zimo, when the ti cos, we’ll each drive a ten-thousand-ton ship.”
“Look forward to the future! Take your dad to travel around the world! My dad is no longer with us.”
Dahuazi shouted, “I’ll co with you! We’ll drive the big ship to see the ends of the earth!”
“Count in too!” Siyu chid in.
“Hmm?”
Second Brother Xia let out a curious hum.
“Zimo, your fishing rod is bending.”
Bai Zimo imdiately stepped up and gripped the rod. It felt a little strange!
“Is there a fish on the line?”
“Let do it! Let do it! Big money’s coming!”
Dahuazi got excited, ready to take over.
“Don’t get excited too early—it feels like it’s caught on sothing!”
“Maybe it’s just a vase!”
“Sigh, false alarm!”
Dahuazi pouted.
No money today.
[Ding! You’ve caught a Ru Kiln plum vase today and earned a riverside courtyard house.]
What’s the ceiling?
This is the ceiling!
This is the ceiling of the porcelain world!
And he even got a house as a reward.
Now that’s a double blessing.
Since the Song Dynasty, Ru porcelain craftsmanship had been lost for over 800 years. Surviving pieces are even more precious.
Not to ntion a whole intact artifact. Even a shard is a rare treasure.
Thus the saying, “Better than a fortune is a piece of Ru porcelain.”
This Ru kiln bombshell—Bai Zimo figured it was best not to show it in front of everyone.
If he showed it, they’d ask. If he didn’t answer, it’d be suspicious. If he did answer, it might bring trouble!
Bai Zimo slowly reeled in the line. Played a ga everyone’s familiar with!
Made it look like he threw sothing away—But he didn’t. Instead, he sneakily sent it straight into his system space.
Xie Tiancheng laughed.
“Caught nothing today, huh? I told you, fishing on a boat doesn’t work well.”
“The rod’s the issue. I’ll upgrade it later. We need to get surf rods, boat rods, and lure rods!”
“Zimo, take it easy! There’s a saying: ‘Fishing makes you poor for three years, collecting antiques ruins your life, motorcycles are a money pit, and photography is a black hole!’”
Bai Zimo planned to do all four.
“Fishing trains your temperant, antiques express your artistic taste, motorcycles give you freedom, and photography captures ti!”
Dahuazi happily shouted, “Aweso! Zimo, you’ve gotta take for a ride!”
“What’s so aweso about that! Don’t encourage him!”
“Uncle Xie, if we don’t chase our hobbies while we’re young, are we supposed to wait until we’re old?”
“Heh, if Grandma Lin heard that, she’d probably scold you to death.”
Ah, ti!
It flows like this endless river.
Xie Tiancheng rembered his younger days—And now, a new group of young drears stands before him.
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