Xu Yang picked up a crab with tweezers, one which was impressively large.
On a slightly messy beach, the crab seemed full of vitality and energy.
Beachcombing was simpler than rushing up mountains; it just required picking up items on the tidal flats at low tide.
A multitude of shells and snails were scattered beside rocks, and sometimes, with a bit of luck, one could even find small fish and crabs in the shallows.
The essence of beachcombing was the act of "picking up."
"There really is a big crab, its size is much larger than that of a stone crab."
"The price of this kind of seafood isn't low either, one should be worth over a hundred."
Xu Yang put the crab into the bucket with satisfaction.
The experience of beachcombing was still quite novel.
[Old Xu, stop pretending, you buried it there, didn't you!]
[Up next, are we going to find a wild Australian Lobster, the kind with a tag on it!]
[Hahaha, I don't believe you just picked this up!]