Before even stepping into Xiao Guowen's house, the aroma of food filled the air.
Upon entering the house, wow, there was a whole table full of dishes.
"Brother Ye, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting for your cigarettes and alcohol."
"Come on, open the bottle and pour it first."
"You're late, so you have to drink three cups as punishment."
The group of people made a lot of noise and didn't disperse until 10 o'clock, leaving behind a table full of messy cups and plates, waiting for Sister Wen to clean up.
Feng Ye returned home feeling a little dizzy. He took a shower before going inside.
Lying down in bed, Feng Ye was itching to get intimate again, but Ye Qingling seemed to be really asleep today.
He called out to her several times, and even though his hands were fidgeting, Ye Qingling didn't respond.
He offered his brother some words of comfort, but could only grit his teeth and bear it.
I can't possibly wake her up just for a few seconds of shivering; that would be too selfish.
Sigh, time for bed.
...
The next morning, Feng Ye was surprised to find that his father was at home instead of going to work at the dock in town.
This is unprecedented.
"Not going to do hard labor today?"
"The village broadcast this morning said that a typhoon was passing through in the next two days, and all boats were advised not to go out to sea, and the ferry service was also suspended."
Feng Ye looked outside and saw the sun high in the blue sky, the leaves on the trees swaying gently, a scene of gentle breeze and sunshine, not at all like a typhoon was about to hit.
Besides, it's only mid-April in the lunar calendar and May in the Gregorian calendar, so there's basically no chance of a typhoon.
However, his memory told him that a typhoon was indeed coming.
He remembered that in his previous life, he had just bought a boat a few days before a typhoon struck, causing considerable disaster, with many people losing their boats and lives.
However, the blame should not be placed on the typhoon; it should fall on the meteorological bureau.
When a typhoon passes, fishing boats will, as is customary, sail to a safe harbor and return after the typhoon has passed.
This time was no different; after the typhoon passed, everyone happily went to set sail.
Unexpectedly, the typhoon played a trick on everyone, even the weather bureau.
The typhoon unexpectedly turned around and came back.
Fishermen with boats hurriedly sailed to safe harbors to avoid the typhoon, but the waves caused by this typhoon were much larger, resulting in the deaths of many fishermen at sea.
Two households from Dongtou Village were among them.
"Dad, don't work at the dock anymore. You won't earn much money there. Come with me to sea instead."
Feng Jiaqing hesitated.
When you work at the docks, you have your own money to spend as you please, and no one can say anything about it. Even if you make a fuss, it won't change anything.
But going out to sea with the youngest son once or twice is fine, but if he goes out to sea every time, it's like he's completely helping the youngest son's family. What would the eldest son and his wife think then?
As parents, the worst thing you can do is not treat your children equally.
It's either father and son turning against each other, or brothers turning against each other.
There are far too many examples like this.
"Let's talk about it after the typhoon passes."
Feng Jiaqing employed delaying tactics.
Feng Ye shook his head and said nothing more. He knew what his father was worried about.
"I'll go check out the docks."
After quickly finishing breakfast, Feng Ye threw down his bowl and chopsticks, got up, and left.
He had to get his little boat ashore, otherwise it would be a shame if it were destroyed or washed away by the waves.
"I'll go with you, just in case you can't lift it and I can help you."
Arriving at the pier and seeing the situation on the sea, anyone who lives by the sea would know that a typhoon was really coming.
Even if it's not a direct attack, it will certainly be affected to some extent.
The waves on the sea surged and rolled, one after another, carrying mud and sand that crashed against the shore.
Fishing boats of all sizes moored at the pier bobbed up and down with the waves.
It was only early tide, and the water level at the dock was still very shallow. Large fishing boats couldn't go out, and small fishing boats wouldn't go out.
There were many people standing on the pier, all looking at the sea.
These people are here to set sail, waiting for the tide to come in.
On the beach by the pier, a group of people were chanting as they carried a small wooden boat ashore.
Although the small wooden boat is not light, it is not very heavy either. After all, its size is such that a dozen or twenty people can lift it, so there is no need to row it to a safe harbor.
Moreover, the wind and waves are strong, making rowing dangerous; a single wave could capsize the boat.
Unless there aren't enough people to help and the boat can't be lifted, there's no other option but to risk rowing it to a safe harbor.
But these days, there are still quite a few of these small wooden boats, though they're in a somewhat awkward situation.
New ships are hard to sell, and old ships are hard to buy.
A new small wooden boat costs several thousand dollars, rowing is slow and tiring, and it doesn't go very far. In addition, the decreasing fishery resources in the near sea make new boats unpopular, and people are willing to spend more money to buy fishing boats with mechanical power.
The same reason why old wooden boats depreciate so much is that they would lose a lot of money if sold, so people would rather keep them than sell them.
Feng Ye's small wooden boat was about 70-80% new, but it only cost about half the price of a new boat.
It will take a few years for the outer string mechanism to become popular in China, and then a few more years for this kind of small wooden boat to have a second spring, and then it will be gradually phased out.
There are about thirty of these small wooden boats in Dongtou Village, which can be carried ashore without needing to call anyone else.
The premise is that you have to take the initiative to help others lift things before others will help you.
"Dad, I'll try first. If it doesn't work, then you can try."
Feng Ye said something, then took off his slippers and went barefoot onto the beach.
No matter whose ship it is, if you go aboard and help, they will help you in return.
"Ah Ye, you're up so early today? Didn't you sleep in?"
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