Their hard work in scooping and splashing water was worthwhile.

After emptying the contents of his bucket into other people's buckets, Feng Ye took the empty bucket to a small puddle and collected the various kinds of fish he had raised there.

The harvest from the puddle was shared by all five of them, so it should be divided among them and not mixed together.

"Stop dreaming, the tide is coming in, and it's getting late. Let's pack up and get on the boat to go back."

Seeing them all happily discussing their catch in the bucket, Feng Ye smiled and urged them on.

Ah-Can immediately said, "Yes, let's go home, I'm starving."

"I'm hungry too, my stomach is growling."

Upon hearing their words, Feng Ye realized he was hungry too, and immediately complained, "Why are you all saying you're hungry? You're making me hungry."

"I was starving, so I ate all four or five shrimp I found on the mudflats."

"You even found a shrimp, but I didn't even see a shadow of one."

"I don't want to talk anymore, let's save our energy."

Ah-chan said weakly.

...

Each person carried their own buckets and tools and boarded the boat one after another, then untied the mooring ropes in preparation for returning to port.

The entire ship was packed full of cargo, every crate was overflowing, and much of it was dumped directly into the hold, leaving no room to even step.

Fortunately, the location where we moored the boat was good; the tide had just come in, and the water level was just right for the small wooden boat to move.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to move it even if they tried.

After checking to make sure nothing had fallen, Feng Ye rowed back.

The sun had already set, leaving only a patch of evening glow hanging on the horizon.

After a whole day out, everyone was exhausted and hungry, and eager to get home. They didn't even have the energy to chat or joke around.