40: Older people don't necessarily have more experience

The location of the small jellyfish was not far from Yang Dian, but not close either.

Led by Yang Lele, the two took more than 10 minutes to walk to the small puddle where she found the jellyfish.

“Uh, Big Brother, we’re late.”

Yang Lele carefully poked the ‘jellyfish skin’ in the sand pit with her tongs:

“The small jellyfish seems to have already died.”

Walking to the sand pit and squatting down, Yang Dian subconsciously frowned as he looked at the ‘jellyfish skin’ emitting a fantastical, colorful light under the setting sun.

More than 95% of an ordinary jellyfish’s body is composed of water; once dehydrated and exposed to direct sunlight, it will die within just a few minutes.

He hadn't expected the suspected mutated jellyfish to be the same.

‘I just don’t know if this mutated jellyfish is completely dead.’

“Big Brother, what do we do now?”

Hearing Yang Lele’s question, Yang Dian thought for a moment before saying:

“I remember you brought two buckets, right?”

Yang Lele pouted, but still took out a small bucket, several sizes smaller and only about three fists big, from the large one.

After pouring the live small fish from the small bucket into the large one and handing the small bucket to Yang Dian, Yang Lele then asked:

“Big Brother, is this small jellyfish really a mutated creature?”

Yang Dian, who had taken the small bucket, found a nearby small stone pit and added some water to the bucket:

“I don’t know either.”

“There were no jellyfish with multiple colors discovered before, so the possibility of the small jellyfish being a mutated creature is not small.”

He then took the tongs from Yang Lele’s hand.

He carefully picked up the colorful jellyfish, placed it in the small bucket, and watched it for a while.

Seeing the small jellyfish sink directly to the bottom, Yang Dian sighed, stood up with the bucket, and said:

“Time is almost up.”

“Let’s go back.”

Yang Lele nodded, not bothered by the fact that the mutated small jellyfish was probably already dead, and stepped on Yang Dian’s shadow:

“Big Brother, when is your next holiday? Are you still coming home?”

Yang Dian, walking ahead, didn’t turn his head:

“In three or five days, I suppose.”

“Our Special Administration Bureau’s working hours are three days on, one day off, or five days on, two days off.”

“I’ll come back if I have time.”

“After all, I still have to supervise your Martial Arts training.”

Yang Lele’s face instantly scrunched up like a bitter gourd:

“Stop supervising my Martial Arts training.”

“I’m still young, I’ll have plenty of time to practice Martial Arts later; my main task now is to study!”

“You should supervise Mom and Dad instead.”

“Mom and Dad don’t need me to supervise them.”

“If they want to practice, they will practice on their own.”

“If they don’t want to practice, my supervision is useless.”

“I’ll just supervise you.”

“Hmph~”

“You stinky Big Brother.”

“You only know how to bully me!”

...Amidst their bickering, they found the small electric scooter parked by the roadside, inserted the key, and headed home.

It was still that small slope at the village entrance.

Standing on the slope and looking at their small courtyard, Yang Dian noticed that several cars were already parked inside and outside the courtyard.

“Mom sure works fast; I just told her at noon, and she called Big Uncle and Second Uncle over in the afternoon.”

Hearing Yang Lele murmur, Yang Dian couldn't help but laugh:

“If you get married in the future and know that some things will be of great help to me, would you think of telling me immediately?”

Yang Lele bumped Yang Dian with her head.

“I’m not getting married!”

At her age, in her teens, she was at her most shy.

Even if she was in an early relationship at school, she wouldn't dare let her family know.

Yang Lele’s reaction was not unexpected by Yang Dian.

“So you want to stay at home and sponge off me for the rest of your life?”

“What, you don’t want to?”

“Of course not!”

“You cause trouble for me every day; I’m sick of seeing you, hurry up and get married!”

“Ah~~~”

“You stinky Big Brother, I’ll bite you to death!”

...They drove the small electric scooter into the courtyard before sunset.

Before it had even stopped, a large group of people who heard the commotion came out of the house:

“You’re back? What good things did you pick up at the beach?”

Hearing this, Yang Dian subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the small jellyfish in the small bucket.

Then he realized that the small jellyfish had come back to life at some point.

At this moment, it was emitting a colorful glow, contracting and expanding in the small bucket, slowly floating.

‘This jellyfish must be mutated, right?’

In his surprise, Yang Dian looked at the middle-aged man who had just spoken:

“Big Uncle, how did you know Lele and I found treasure at the beach?”

Hearing Yang Dian say this, Yang Dian’s Second Uncle’s five-year-old daughter immediately came bouncing over to him:

“Cousin, Cousin, what good things did you catch?”

“I also want to go to the beachcombing, can you take me?”

Looking at the little loli hugging his thigh, Yang Dian reached out and flicked her nose:

“I’m going back to the city tomorrow; I’ll take you to the beach to play next time I’m on holiday.”

Saying that, he squatted down and picked up his little cousin, carrying her towards the house amidst her gasp of surprise.

As he passed the others, he also slightly lifted the small bucket in his hand:

“The treasure is in the bucket.”

Yang Dian’s Big Uncle, He Hai, stretched his neck to look into the bucket and immediately widened his eyes:

“It really is a treasure!”

“Is this thing really alive, not some toy?”

Hearing He Hai say this, everyone else immediately surrounded Yang Dian:

“A colorful jellyfish? How is it like something from a cartoon?”

“Where did you find this toy to fool us, kid?”

“Don’t tell me, this thing is quite pretty, where did you buy it? I want to buy one too.”

“Get a transparent fish tank and put this thing in it, it would be very beautiful at night, wouldn’t it?”

Seeing that none of his relatives believed it was real, Yang Dian couldn't help but put the small bucket on the table, spread his hands, and said helplessly:

“Why don’t you believe it’s real?”

Yang Dian’s Second Aunt smiled:

“We haven’t read as many books as you young folks, but we’ve lived for most of our lives, so our experience isn’t bad, right?”

“Your Second Uncle and I have fished in the sea all our lives, and we’ve never seen a glowing jellyfish.”

Yang Dian heard this and turned to look at his mother, He Mei.

Seeing her shake her head slightly, he knew that she hadn’t told them about him knowing Martial Arts, or that she called Big Uncle and Second Uncle’s families over to teach them Martial Arts.

Realizing this, he simply walked into the kitchen and got a spoon.

“Second Aunt, I admit that you are old and have indeed seen a lot.”

“But some things cannot be summarized by the word ‘experience’.”

As he spoke, his hand, under the dumbfounded gaze of everyone, turned bluish-black.

Then, a sparse sound rang out in Yang Dian’s palm.

Piles of fine porcelain sand, blown by the fan, scattered onto everyone’s faces...