A little after 10 a.m., Feng Ye woke up naturally from her sleep.
I slept for more than nine hours, only waking up once when I needed to urinate, and had to get up to pee.
This was the most comfortable sleep he had had since buying the Rising Sun.
"It feels so good to wake up naturally!"
He stretched, got out of bed, got dressed, and went out.
Feng Jiaqing, Feng Xuan, and Xiao Chunxiu were not at home; only Ye Qingling and Du Guilan were in their respective kitchens, handling the goods.
It's a sunny day today, but it's a bit too hot in the yard, so I have to stay in the kitchen.
The main items sold are mussels and oysters, which are not valuable and are not accepted by purchasing points.
They dug up so much that they couldn't eat it all at once.
Once removed from the seawater, they can only survive for two or three days before dying. They cannot be preserved and can only be dried.
Live shellfish are generally difficult to open; the shells are tightly closed, and an inexperienced person might not be able to open one even after half a day.
But once cooked, it's very simple. Most shellfish will open automatically, with only a small portion remaining closed, requiring a knife to pry them open.
A large basin of cooked mussels sat on the kitchen floor, while a large pot of them was still simmering in a large iron pot on the stove.
"I left some snacks for you in the pot."
Noticing someone enter the kitchen, Ye Qingling looked up.
"Did Mother go to deliver some snacks? Why so early today?"
When Feng Ye opened the aluminum pot used for steaming rice, he found a bowl of rice noodles with pork, dried mussels, and water spinach as side dishes.
Mussels are not vegetables; they are dried mussel meat.
They generally call live mussels or blue mussels, and dried mussels are called dried mussels.
"It's past ten o'clock, how is that early? Only you, who sleeps like a log, would get up so late. Look around, is anyone else like you?"
Ye Qingling rolled her eyes at him.
Feng Ye touched his nose somewhat awkwardly.
Last night, everyone else went to sleep after finishing their work, but he was the only one who got up so late.
However, he still argued stubbornly, "How can you blame me? I work from dawn till dusk every day, what's wrong with sleeping in occasionally?"
"How dare you say that? Your older brother is with you every day, how could he possibly get up?"
He chuckled awkwardly, picked up the rice noodles, and while eating, changed the subject, asking, "Where did that brat Anan go? I haven't seen him."
“When his mother went to deliver the snacks, he insisted on going with her, so his mother had no choice but to take him with her.”
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingling excitedly asked, "Guess how much money I made from my goods yesterday?"
"How could I possibly have guessed that?"
Feng Ye knew the price, but he didn't know the weight.
Everyone went to bed right after sorting last night, without even weighing it.
If there are only a few, you can estimate the approximate weight, but if there are too many, and they are all in their shells, it becomes impossible to estimate.
"Take a guess."
Thirty yuan?
Feng Ye gave a very conservative figure.
Ye Qingling shook her head and said mysteriously, "Guess again!"
"Forty yuan?" Feng Ye asked tentatively.
"Almost there, but something's not right, guess again!"
Ye Qingling continued to shake her head, her face full of a smug smile.
Feng Ye raised an eyebrow in surprise; this was clearly going to fetch even more money!
"Could it be forty-five pieces?"
He gave another number, and he felt that this time it should be pretty close to the truth.
Ye Qingling shook her head again. She seemed to really enjoy watching Feng Ye's guessing process, her eyes sparkling with mischievous light.
She paused deliberately before slowly saying, "It's forty-eight yuan and thirty cents."
"so much?"
Feng Ye stared wide-eyed in surprise.
This number was beyond his expectations; he really hadn't thought he could sell it for so much money.
It has to be said that these days, isolated islands are incredibly rich in resources.
"That's right, it's forty-eight yuan and thirty cents!"
Ye Qingling laughed triumphantly.
Feng Ye laughed and said, "Isn't there tens of thousands of yuan locked in the drawer? Why are you so happy about earning only forty-odd yuan?"
“That’s different. This is the first time I’ve earned so much money, of course I’m happy.”
Feng Ye smiled knowingly as he looked at her flushed face, which was flushed with excitement.
This amount of money is just a drop in the ocean for them now.
But it's not just about having more or less money.
This is the first time Ye Qingling has earned so much through her own efforts.
This sense of accomplishment and satisfaction cannot be measured by the amount of money.
"It's a pity that we can only go during low tide once a month. If only we could go every day."
Ye Qingling sighed.
"I can go every day, but it's relatively dangerous, and the tide isn't low enough to carry as much cargo. The key thing is, look at my face. It's only been a short time, but I look like a completely different person."
Feng Ye touched his face helplessly.
He used to be considered a pretty boy, but now...
He didn't say anything, and Ye Qingling hadn't noticed yet, perhaps because she saw him every day without realizing it.
But upon closer inspection and comparison with the situation more than a month ago, the problem became apparent.
Feng Ye's face is now much darker and rougher from the sun, far from the fair and tender skin she used to have.
They all look old.
She felt a strange pang of heartache.
However, she didn't say anything sentimental. Instead, she said with a smile, "You look much better than your previous pretty boy appearance. I don't have to worry about you being seduced by some vixen one day."
Feng Ye rolled his eyes at her: "You still think about going out to sea every day? If you go out more often, your beautiful face will turn into a haggard old woman just like mine."
"As long as I can make money, I'm not afraid at all. So what if I become a haggard old woman?"
Ye Qingling looked completely unconcerned.
Feng Ye joked, "If you turn into a haggard old woman, I won't want you anymore."
"You dare!"
Ye Qingling gave him a playful glare.
Feng Ye pursed his lips speechlessly, too lazy to argue with her any further on this issue.
Although Ye Qingling said she didn't care, women always have an almost obsessive pursuit of their appearance.
If he continues, Ye Qingling will probably get angry.
"You can go occasionally during high tide, but don't expect to go every day. You can't earn as much as I do by hauling a net all day on the island."
Ye Qingling thought for a moment and said, "That's true, it's delayed your net-trapping time. But I still have to go on the first day of next month."
“Okay, if there are no storms and the weather is good, I’ll invite my sister-in-law and Ah-chan’s mother, and take you all with me.”
"Um."
After finishing his snacks, Feng Ye dragged over a chair and sat down to help.
If I don't work at home, I have to go to the homestead. Compared to the work on the homestead, which is tiring and sunny, it's easier to work at home.
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