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Black Pine Ridge, by the coast.
The icy sea breeze howled, carrying a salty fishy smell, numbing the cheeks of anyone who felt it.
The rocks glistened with a wet chill under the morning light, the receding tide splashing against the jagged rocks, leaving behind white foam as it slowly retreated to the sea surface.
The slippery rocks were covered with moss and shell fragments, crunching underfoot.
"These black mussels are edible."
Luo De stood, lightly tapping open a mussel with a wooden spear, revealing the orange-yellow meat inside, and addressed the people behind him.
"Don't worry about the messy seaweed on them when you pick them up, just throw everything into the bucket to process."
"Yes, Lord Sir."
The slaves who were following to learn nodded.
Luo De couldn't stay by the sea all the time, so he selected five from the hunters and another five clever guys from the working slaves to learn about marine product knowledge at the seaside.
