Chapter 872: Death Stranding

Nothing was harvested today, not all rare sea creatures were missing, but they were all small and immature larvae. Zhang Zian picked them up for inspection and then put them back into the ocean, then continued to look down.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

There was a sound of pattering footsteps behind him, the unique sound of shoe soles hitting wet sand.

But Zhang Zian didn't look back. Is uncle a ghost? It's definitely not me anyway.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

The footsteps came closer.

A figure swooped out from the side and stopped in front of Zhang Zian.

"Uncle, you... are your ears bad?"

A lively-looking little boy leaned on his knees and gasped for breath. It may be due to strenuous exercise or the sea breeze. His cheeks were as red as fire.

Zhang Zian: "...Why do you call me uncle?"

The little boy blinked blankly, "You are younger than my father, what's your name if you don't call him uncle? Could it be called uncle?"

Zhang Zian couldn't help feeling that the world is going downhill, and children nowadays can't speak.

He looked at no one around, bent down and said seriously: "Of course I'm called brother, you see I'm not a few years older than you, isn't it called brother?"

The little boy looked at his face carefully, and it didn't look like he was just a few years older than himself.

"...Well then, brother, you seem to be very idle, can you come with me? My dad needs help." The little boy no longer struggled with the question of uncle or brother, pointing to the distance and said, with a very serious expression on his face is anxious.

Does Zhang Zian say that I look idle?

He glanced in the direction the little boy was pointing, and looked up at the sky as if realizing something. The sky was cloudless, and the kite just now was gone.

"Did you fly that kite just now?" He asked.

"Hmm! Uncle... Brother, come with me!" The little boy couldn't help but grab Zhang Zian's arm and walk away.

"Wait, what's the matter?" Zhang Zian couldn't help but follow him as he dragged him along.

The little boy raised his hand and pointed, "There is a whale on the shore over there!"

"What?"

Zhang Zian was stunned, "Whale?"

"Hmm! It seems to be dying. My dad and I saw it when we were flying the kite. We tried to push it back into the sea, but it couldn't be pushed..." said the little boy.

"etc!"

Zhang Zian stopped.

Just now he was half pushing and half resisting, otherwise how could this little boy pull him with his strength?

The little boy felt as if he was pulling a pillar, staggered suddenly, and almost slipped.

"Brother, why are you doing this? That whale is really dying!" The little boy was so angry that he jumped up and down, almost crying.

Zhang Zian grabbed him with his backhand, "Are you stupid? What's the use of me going there? Do you really think the three of us are Hulks and can push a whale? Let me make a call first."

He first called the directory number, asked for the number of the local fishery administration department, and then called the fishery administration department to inform them of the location here, saying that a whale had run aground here, and asked them to send a tugboat as soon as possible Come.

The little boy scratched his head anxiously and kept urging him beside him.

After Zhang Zian finished making the phone call, he still didn't follow the little boy, but pulled the little boy to his car, took out several empty plastic storage boxes from the car, and stacked them together.

"What are you doing with this? Do you want to wait for the whale to die and cut off a few pieces of meat to take home with dumplings filled with whale meat for lunch?" the little boy asked suspiciously.

"Your imagination is too rich, right?" Zhang Zian didn't have time to explain, he locked the car door and said, "Let's go there first."

The little boy led the way, and Zhang Zian followed behind with the plastic storage box in his hands.

After a while, they turned a corner along the coastline, and a huge streamlined body appeared not far ahead, and a middle-aged man stood beside it.

"Dad! I'm back!" the little boy yelled, "I've searched all over the place, but I only found this man!"

"Xiao Zhi, why did you come back? I was worried that you might get lost..."

The middle-aged man was still holding an H-shaped kite kidnapper in his hand, and the goldfish kite lay reclined on the nearby beach, and was pressed down with rocks to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

"Hello, what's going on here?" Zhang Zian nodded to the middle-aged man, his gaze fell on the whale.

"Oh, I went out to fly a kite with my son, and when I ran here, I saw this whale ran aground. I thought it might not survive, but my son Xiao Zhi insisted on finding someone to save it..." The middle-aged man He explained, "Oh, by the way, my surname is Huang, just call me Lao Huang."

It can be seen from the expression and tone that Lao Huang is not willing to be involved in trouble. It is only because of his son's constant begging that he waits here patiently, probably because he does not want the child's innocent innocence to be frustrated.

Lao Huang and his son Xiaozhi are dressed in ordinary clothes, and they seem to be ordinary working families.

Zhang Zian also notified his name.

The flat and pointed head, white pectoral fins, gray-black back and white chest and belly all indicate that the one stranded on the beach is a semi-adult minke whale. Its body length is about five meters and its weight should be around three tons. , lying sideways on the beach at a 45-degree angle.

Its chest and abdomen undulate slightly, and from time to time it shakes its tail fin, and shakes its dorsal and pectoral fins twice, but the shaking range is getting smaller and smaller.

Lao Huang rolled up his sleeves and said, "My son and I tried it just now, but we couldn't move it. How about the three of us try again? If it doesn't work, there is no other way..."

Although his trouser legs were rolled up, they were already wet to the knees. He took off his shoes and socks and put them on a high place where the waves could not hit.

"There's no need to try, we won't be able to push it." Zhang Zian shook his head.

"Don't you have a stick? Let's try to pry it?" Xiaozhi said unwillingly, "Didn't you say that you can pry the earth with a fulcrum? It should be no problem to pry a whale, right?"

Zhang Zian: "My stick is made of plastic, I can't even pry it up, let alone a whale..."

"On the way here just now, I have already notified the local fishery administration department, and they may be there in a while. Recently, the city government made repeated orders to protect the whales in the local waters, and they should not sit idly by." Zhang Zian told Lao Huang about the situation. Simply introduce.

"If the government staff want to come, can we withdraw first? Your mother is still cooking at home and waiting for us to go back to eat." Lao Huang said the first half of the sentence to Zhang Zian, and the second half to his son , has obviously retreated.

"Let's wait for a while." Zhang Zian stayed and said, "Let's not overestimate the response speed of the government department. Come on, let's each take a basin and take turns watering the whale to prevent it from heatstroke."