Hearing Fu Wan's words, Grandpa Fu finally felt at ease.
Fu San counted that there were a total of six baskets of sardines, and finally couldn't help but turn to Fu Wan and ask:
"Ah Wan, you're not selling these hundreds of pounds of sardines?"
Fu Wan nodded, "Yes, Third Uncle, keep these fish with you for now, I'll take them to the cannery tomorrow."
Old Master Fu's family doesn't have a cold storage facility, so there's nowhere to put these hundreds of kilograms of sardines if they're taken back.
Fu Wan didn't intend to sell the sardines when she bought them yesterday. Just a couple of days ago, Wang Jianmin had been talking to her about the sardine procurement issue. He said that sardines wouldn't fetch much money, so it would be better to just take them to the cannery.
Seeing that she had made up her mind, Fu San didn't say anything more. Sardines were cheap, after all; if Fu Wan changed her mind tomorrow, he could find a way to sell them.
"Oh my, what's that? A sledgehammer shark!"
Fu Gou Dan was a little drunk and his vision was blurry. When he saw Fu Ming carrying a plowshare shark out, he was stunned for a long time before he reacted.
Seeing that the valuables were finally being moved out, Fu San didn't care about the sardines anymore and rushed over to help.
Since it was already evening, most of the onlookers were villagers from Fujia Village. When they saw Fu Ming and his group coming and going, a few young men similar to Fu Jian went up to help.
Of course, there were also those who took advantage of the situation to try and profit from the chaos, such as Fu Lao Er.
He was also acting on impulse; he saw that the silver pomfret in the fish basket next to him was so beautiful that he couldn't resist reaching out his hand.
But just as he was about to touch the fish, a hand as strong as an iron rod blocked him back.
Fu Lao Er only came to his senses after being blocked. He was startled and thought it was Fu Lao Da. But when he saw who it was, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"Fu Shi, you heartless bastard, what are you doing!"
Fu Shi seemed not to hear the foul language in his words, and simply picked up the fish basket and walked towards the tricycle.
But Fu Jian couldn't stand it and stood to the side with his hands on his hips, saying, "You should be asking me that, Fu Lao Er! What are you doing?"
Although Grandpa Fu's eyesight was failing, he didn't miss the scene. He simply flicked his cane and walked over steadily with small steps.
Coupled with the various looks from the villagers, Fu Lao Er felt his face burning.
He hadn't eaten meat in a long time and had been craving it for too long.
With that little devil at home, he couldn't even get a single bite of the small fish and shrimp that Wang Zhaodi bought.
He's craving meat!
That's why he couldn't resist reaching out his hand when he saw such a fat pomfret.
"I...I was just looking!"
Grandpa Fu snorted coldly. This second son of Fu was quite clever when he was young, but now that he's older, he's even more muddled than Grandpa Fu, who's seventy or eighty years old.
"Fine, I'll watch. Let's see what you do with your hands!"
Grandpa Fu's beard stood on end as he cursed, while Fu Wan was busy unloading things from the boat to prepare for transporting them home. As for Ye Xiaocui and the others, they took Fu Ling and Qin Mingzhu home.
I missed out on this great show.
Fu Lao Er dared to curse Fu Shi, but he wouldn't dare to curse Fu Daye. Looking at the cane in Fu Daye's hand, the kids who used to play by the sea often got beaten up.
This was a childhood nightmare!
"Uncle, I...I really just wanted to take a look."
Fu Lao Er opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to utter a single sentence.
Grandpa Fu looked at Fu Lao Er suspiciously, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
The second brother of Fu is only a few years older than the eldest brother of Fu, but now they seem to be from different generations.
Not only is Boss Fu getting younger and younger, but Boss Fu Er's head is full of white hair, almost as old as his own.
Tsk tsk, it seems that family harmony is still very important.
Perhaps seeing Fu Lao Er's pathetic state, Grandpa Fu didn't say anything more to him, only giving him some advice:
"Stop ordering Ah Shi around all day. You've already signed the severance agreement, why are you still keeping an eye on him?"
Fu Lao Er subconsciously replied, "He is still my son. What's wrong with me saying a few words to him?"
The letter severing ties was just something I wrote in the heat of the moment; how can it be taken seriously?
Hearing this, Fu Jian couldn't help but complain, "When you almost beat him to death back then, why didn't you think of him as your son? Now that the eldest is crippled, you only think of the third one?"
After saying that, he ignored the glare from Fu Lao Er, scoffed, and turned to help.
Fortunately, his father wasn't as muddle-headed as Fu Lao Er, otherwise he would have definitely taken his wife and children and run far away, so that they would never find him in this lifetime!
Fu Jian's words were straightforward, but his reasoning was sound.
Grandpa Fu nodded in agreement, then tapped the ground with his cane.
"Fu Lao Er, you're getting on in years, stop acting like a good-for-nothing scoundrel all day long."
You didn't acknowledge Ah Shi back then, but now that he's finally gotten through this tough time, don't even think about bothering him.
You've liked Fu Qiang since you were kids, so you can't just start thinking about Ah Shi again just because he's gotten into trouble now!
People shouldn't be too greedy!
Grandpa Fu's words were met with agreement from the villagers. "That's right, Fu Lao Er, your family has always liked Fu Qiang, right? You even drove Fu Shi out, so why do you care whether he has a conscience or not!"
"Oh dear, it can't be that you're disgusted by Fu Qiang's smell, can it?"
These words sparked another round of discussion among the crowd.
When Fu Qiang was pulled out of the cesspool, the smell lingered for a long time, almost causing the villagers present to vomit their dinner from the previous night.
Seeing that everyone was talking louder and louder, Fu Lao Er felt embarrassed and quickly turned around and quietly went home.
But before he left, he couldn't help but glance at Fu Shi a couple of times. The eldest brother was useless, the second brother had become a live-in son-in-law, and now the only one he could rely on was Fu Shi, the third brother.
He's now filled with regret, wondering how he ever signed that severance agreement.
However, Fu Lao Er never regretted beating Fu Shi half to death. After all, in his eyes, a child who doesn't listen to reason should be beaten, and whether a child listens or not is entirely up to him, the father, to decide.
Fu Shi didn't say a word from beginning to end, and didn't even spare a glance for Fu Lao Er.
In his eyes, Fu Lao Er and the others were already strangers. Making a good life for himself, building a house and getting married as soon as possible was better than anything else.
As for his family, after that night when he stepped into the gates of hell, he never asked for anything more.
The bustling atmosphere at the dock continued until Fu Ming and his group loaded all the fish onto the truck and transported it to Fu San's house.
Among the fish caught this time, the yellowtail amberjack that Jack caught was the most eye-catching.
Especially after learning that the fish was caught by the novice foreigner, the villagers looked at Jack with a much friendlier gaze.
Look at this child, he hasn't taken off his gloves yet, and his clothes are covered in water stains from carrying fish. He's just like the fishermen!
While the docks were still packed with people, a dark figure crept stealthily into Fu Shi's dilapidated hut.
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