"It started raining yesterday evening and it's been raining non-stop since then."

"It seems the rain came from the open sea. It started raining at six o'clock yesterday morning."

Ye Qingling nodded thoughtfully, "I don't know when this rain will stop. The weather forecast didn't say how long the rain would last, it just said that it would rain for the next few days, so the workshops have to stop production and can't dry the fish."

Feng Ye frowned slightly: "Let's stop then. Anyway, we won't have time to deliver goods for more than a month. We'll have to wait until we get back from Haizhongzhou."

"How can we just stop like that?"

Ye Qingling rolled her eyes. "This year is not like last year, which was just a small-scale operation. Dad and Uncle Ling have developed so many customers. Once they stop delivering, their reputation will be damaged, and it will be difficult to resume business later."

Feng Ye thought about it and agreed; in business, reputation is life itself.

Although he spent most of his time at sea and didn't have to worry about the workshop, he still knew a little about it.

He stroked his chin, pondering, and said, "Then what should we do? Our ships all need to go to the island in the sea; we can't manage both."

“I’ve thought it over. Since you’re all going to Haizhongzhou, I’ll call my dad and ask him to come help. He worked with your dad delivering goods for a while last month, so he knows the bosses and is familiar with the procedures. Also, we’ll hire another helper…”

After listening to Ye Qingling's suggestion, Feng Ye thought it was feasible.

Delivery work is best done by men.

After all, the goods were quite heavy, and the world was in a state of chaos, so men would be safer.

He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll make a call later to see when my father-in-law can come. As for the boat, I'll talk to Brother Wen and ask him to use his boat. He's going to Haizhongzhou anyway, and his boat will be idle, so it'll be good for us to use it."

"Yes, that's what I think too, but Brother Wen's boat is a bit small, it can't carry much cargo in one trip."

"It's alright, I can just make a few more trips. It's just that my father-in-law will have to work hard."

“What’s so hard about it? This is much easier than doing farm work at home.”

Feng Ye smiled and glanced at the rain outside: "Alright, I won't say any more for now. The rain isn't heavy right now. I need to hurry up and make a call before it gets heavier."

"Aren't you going to take a shower first? Big brother has already boiled water, it'll be quick."

"No, I'll wash it after I finish the call."

Grabbing an umbrella, Feng Ye hurriedly went out the door, raindrops hitting the umbrella surface with a crisp sound.

He first went to the village committee to make a phone call, and then went to Xiao Zhaojun's house, firstly to talk about the boat, and secondly to inquire about the preparations for the fishery association.

Although his father or Feng Jialing would talk to him every time the cargo ship was received.

But since it has gone through one more person's mouth, the information is bound to be inaccurate, so it is still necessary to confirm it.

Moreover, this news is from two days ago, and the situation may have changed.