The Female General Dominates All After Transmigration-Chapter 351 - 350

The fishing boats dock at the harbor, and it will take at least two or three days. Almost all the crewmen have disembarked and returned home, leaving only a few guards remaining.

Ling Chengyan’s command to the team was to search for a few pre-concealed target items on the fishing boats without alarming the remaining crew. Alarming the crew would mean mission failure, and failing to find or adequately search for the target items would result in mission failure or point deductions, leading to corresponding punishments.

The team members fell silent, but inwardly they almost simultaneously sighed with relief: Captain Ling’s punishment has finally been set, so they don’t have to be on edge anymore.

Searching for target items on dozens to hundreds of almost identical fishing boats without detailed descriptions, reference points, or a battle plan... is an extremely challenging task.

Moreover, they can’t disturb the remaining crew, which raises the task’s difficulty another level. This seemingly risk-free task is even harder than carrying weights during a forty-kilometer cross-country run.

But do they have the right to negotiate?

No.

Do they have the right to not complete it diligently, or any room for error?

The answer is all: No!

Because of their previous mistakes, this is the opportunity they waited for eagerly. They must complete it, and it must be completed perfectly.

No one wanted to know what Captain Ling’s punishments were.

New recruits were coming in July, and none of them forgot that Captain Ling once said, "Don’t think that joining the special training team means you can rest easy. Anytime, anywhere, if you don’t meet the special training team’s requirements, you can be ’returned’!"

Being returned doesn’t just mean losing their admired and revered identity as special training team members; more importantly, they cannot afford to lose face like that!

Upon Ling Chengyan’s command, everyone splits into several small teams, heading towards the boats docked in the harbor in different directions.

Ling Chengyan leisurely gets out of the car, not approaching the harbor but detouring to a small dock market nearby.

Under normal weather, this dock market is crowded daily, attracting many people with its abundant catches.

Today, with most fishing boats coming into port to avoid the wind, the dock lacks its usual busyness and lively atmosphere. Only a few late-returning boats are unloading, sorting for sale or cold storage.

Fujian Province’s fishing industry is more developed. Alongside similar fishing docks, large cold storages have been built. This fishing dock is more comprehensively equipped, with divisions for fresh and frozen storage. There is also a matching ice factory, producing large quantities of ice daily to supply the fishermen and seafood vendors for preserving their fresh catches.

Ling Chengyan wears a set of fatigue uniforms, not wearing any insignias, walking over with easy composure. She almost doesn’t show the somber and merciless look she has on the battlefield, instead resembling an ordinary woman fond of wearing military uniforms.

There are not many seafood products at the market today. Mostly, they are fish and shrimp caught by local fishermen using small boats in nearshore waters, as well as some shells and snails collected from the sea.

As Ling Chengyan walks along, she sees octopuses still wriggling in basins, sea stars with blue-purple hues, and worms locally called "earth bamboo shoots" that look like little worms... an assortment of various things, bringing to mind Xiao Xing and Shi Tou. If she has time, she thinks of bringing the two children to see a similar dock by the sea someday. Every time she strolls through these dock markets, she finds something new and discovers new species she hasn’t recognized before. It’s quite interesting.

She strolls through the somewhat desolate dock market and soon sees a vehicle unloading a large quantity of goods in front of a cold storage.

The workers are busy, no one pays attention to Ling Chengyan walking by, and even if they see her, they might just caution, "Be careful not to get hurt."

She approaches directly under the unloading vehicle, taking a closer look at the goods inside the aquatic boxes—remarkably, box after box of yellow croakers, varying in size, but all very fresh.

"So many yellow croakers, are they all from one boat?" Ling Chengyan turns to see a man resembling a boss, holding a calculator, busy watching the scales.

The rather magnanimous elder brother glances at Ling Chengyan and responds lightly, "Yes, got lucky, found a school of fish."

"This boatload should sell for quite a bit, right?"

"Not really, a lot of yellow croakers this year, the price isn’t high."

Fish by the sea are not only fresh but also very inexpensive. Yellow croaker like this is rarely found in inland cities, not to mention that even if transported there to sell, it would be at least three or five dollars a pound. But here at the dock, a pound of yellow croaker costs only sixty to seventy cents. Smaller yellow croakers for deep-frying cost just twenty cents a pound.

And this is retail; wholesale would be even cheaper.

Ling Chengyan watches a little longer, then turns leisurely to leave. Just as she turns, she looks back and happens to see the elder brother she just talked to picking up a wet little red triangle flag from a box and tossing it aside.

Ling Chengyan’s eyes narrow slightly, then silently picks up the little red flag and walks off leisurely.

Two hours later, the special training team regroups. Upon returning to the base, they tally their results.

The originally energetic team members appear downcast.

Today’s task was truly diabolical, having them go on and off one indistinguishable boat after another left them not just dizzy but utterly tormented!

And even so, when tallying the results, they still hadn’t perfectly completed the task; the target items were not all found!

Ling Chengyan silently takes out the triangular little red flag and places it on the results, gesturing lightly, "Take them back with you."

Little Squad Three’s leader, Nie Zhengguo, asks, "Captain, just tell us the punishment. We’re willing to accept it!"

Ling Chengyan’s gaze sweeps over lightly, and Nie Zhengguo instinctively shrinks back, not daring to delay even a second, leading his Little Squad Three away immediately.

Once Little Squad Three returns to the dormitory and sees the ’punishment’ Captain Ling prepared for them, they almost groan in agony—it’s not intensive training, nor is it corporal punishment or scolding, but a big box of embroidery threads and a few embroidery needles.

The requirement is to embroider a piece of writing within a set time.

Other teams also faced punishment, but differently: Little Squad One received the Four Treasures of the Study—brush, ink, paper, and inkstone—the most traditional ones, with the requirement to practice writing and calm their minds; Little Squad Two’s punishment was sorting soybeans, picking tiny marked beans mixed among baskets of yellow soybeans, separating them one by one.

"Captain, spare us! We won’t make mistakes again!"

Countless people silently wailed unbeknownst to Ling Chengyan, who went to the kitchen squad because Grandma and Little Sissy had arrived, bringing some loquats Grandma grew.

With the typhoon imminent, Ling Chengyan had been to Grandma and Little Sissy’s house, seen their very old home, and it didn’t seem very sturdy. She intends to take a few people over the hills to check; if needed, they’ll lend a hand to fortify things for the grandmother and granddaughter to avoid any risk when the typhoon passes.