"Ah Ye, I'll go help first. Go to the vegetable garden and call your sister-in-law."
"Okay, remember to bring a kitchen knife and a cutting board. Ah-Can doesn't have that many at home."
"Um."
Ye Qingling responded and then turned and went into the kitchen, taking a cleaver and cutting board with her as she walked out into the yard.
Seeing this, Feng Xinan grabbed the can and was about to chase after them.
Feng Ye quickly grabbed him and picked him up, saying, "Nannan, your mother has to go to work. Why don't you come with your father?"
"Daddy stinks! I don't want to be with Daddy, I want Mommy..."
Feng Xinan twisted her body, trying to break free from Feng Ye's embrace.
Ye Qingling also turned around and said, "Forget it, let him come with me."
Feng Ye smiled helplessly and had no choice but to put him down.
He did smell rather unpleasant.
After a day at sea, the sea was filled with the smells of sweat and fish.
After Ye Qingling and her son left, he rested for a while, drank some tea, locked the door, and went to the vegetable garden to call Du Guilan.
Instead of rushing to A-Can's house to kill fish, he turned around and went to the village's bamboo craftsman's house.
The bamboo craftsman's surname is Ou, which is a very rare surname in their area, and there is only one such family on the entire White Stone Island.
Moreover, his name is quite peculiar; he is called Ouyang Zhong.
I don't know what his father was thinking when he named him. Such a name is easy to misunderstand.
Feng Ye came here this time to order a batch of bamboo curtains and bamboo baskets from him.
Whether it's drying fish or packing fish, the existing ones are not enough, and we must buy a new batch.
Bamboo blinds are relatively simpler and cheaper, costing only 1.5 yuan each.
Bamboo baskets are more expensive because the process is more complicated; they cost 2.5 yuan each.
Feng Ye ordered 100 bamboo curtains in one go, but only half that amount of bamboo baskets, so he ordered 50.
That's how 275 yuan was spent.
Of course, there's no need to rush to pay; you don't even need to pay a deposit.
These items are in high demand by the sea, so there's no need to worry about making too many and not being able to sell them.
Actually, there is another, even cheaper way.
That would mean preparing the bamboo yourself and hiring Ouyang Zhong to work at your home, which would only cost you 8 yuan a day.
However, Feng Ye's family did not have suitable bamboo for making bamboo curtains and bamboo baskets, not even in the entire Dongtou Village, so they had to go to other places to buy them.
Feng Ye found it troublesome and preferred to simply pay for it, which would be easier.
After leaving Ouyang Zhong's house, Feng Ye went to A Can's house and joined in the fish-killing.
...
Early the next morning, Feng Ye and A-Can prepared to go out to sea as usual.
From afar, they saw a large crowd gathered on the dock, shining flashlights along the shore, but not a single person boarded a boat to go out to sea.
"What's going on? Why aren't they out at sea? What are they doing on the dock?" Ah-Can asked, puzzled.
"Just go up and ask."
Feng Ye was also very puzzled.
The two quickened their pace, and as soon as they approached the crowd, before they could even ask anything, they understood.
It turns out that these people were gathered together discussing whether a typhoon was coming.
Feng Ye shone his flashlight into the sea and saw waves crashing up, then rolling back, then surging up again, in a continuous cycle.
The waves looked even bigger than yesterday afternoon, even though there was no wind at the moment.
Feng Ye also felt that a typhoon was very likely to come.
He truly didn't expect that yesterday afternoon's deceptive weather would actually be a prelude to the arrival of a typhoon.
Perhaps the village loudspeaker will sound in the morning to announce the specific details of the typhoon.
Summer and autumn are the peak seasons for typhoons.
This year has been relatively good; so far, only one typhoon has passed through, and many other typhoons have not affected them at all.
However, it seems that even if this typhoon doesn't pass through here, its impact will still be significant.
After watching for a while at the dock, everyone gradually returned in twos and threes.
The current waves are manageable for fishing boats; even small wooden boats can manage to get out, though it takes a lot of effort.
However, because it was still dark and visibility was very poor, the danger was greatly increased, so no one was willing to risk going out for the time being.
Feng Ye and his companion went back to sleep, planning to take a nap and talk to each other again when it got light.
He returned home, tiptoed into the house, and tried not to make too much noise.
He didn't want to disturb Ye Qingling's sleep, so he didn't even bother to turn on the lights.
As soon as he entered the house, he heard Ye Qingling ask, "Why are you back? Did something happen?"
His tone was full of languor and doubt.
"Did I wake you up? I was already speaking very softly."
Now that he was awake, Feng Ye simply turned on the light.
Ye Qingling sat up and leaned against the headboard: "It's none of your business. After you left, I got up to use the restroom and haven't fallen asleep yet."
"oh."
Feng Ye nodded: "The waves on the sea are a bit big, and everyone thinks it's very likely that a typhoon is coming."
"A typhoon? Are you not going out to sea today?" Ye Qingling asked with concern.
"Let's wait until dawn to see how things go; it's too dangerous to go out to sea now."
As Feng Ye answered, he took off his shirt and pants.
"Then you must be careful and not take any risks," Ye Qingling cautioned.
"Don't worry, we won't risk our lives. If the waves are too big after dawn, we won't go out to sea today."
Feng Ye smiled, offered a word of comfort, and lay down on the bed next to her.
"I wonder where Dad and the others are, and whether they'll be affected by the typhoon?"
Ye Qingling said softly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
Feng Ye reached out and gently took her hand: "With Uncle Jun here, don't worry, nothing will happen. Besides, we can't be sure if a typhoon will really hit; it's just our guess."
Having sailed ocean-going freighters for so many years, Xiao Zhaojun has encountered countless typhoons, and his experience is unmatched by any other fisherman.
Moreover, he and his two sons were all on the Harvest, and as soon as they received news of the typhoon, they would definitely find a safe harbor to stop and take shelter from the storm.
What a joke! If the Harvest ship sinks, his family line will end.
Xiao Guowu is not married yet, while Xiao Guowen is married but has only two daughters and no sons.
"I hope so."
"Don't worry, get some more sleep, and we'll check on things again when it's light."
"Um."
Ye Qingling lay down again, and Feng Ye leaned over to turn off the light and closed his eyes.
However, for some reason, more than ten minutes passed and I still wasn't sleepy at all.
"Ah Ling, wife..." he called softly.
"Stop calling my soul! I was just about to fall asleep, and you woke me up again." Ye Qingling said irritably, "What do you want?"
"I want to," Feng Ye said with great joy.
Since she's being so proactive, of course I'll take her.
Moreover, men are more likely to fall asleep when they enter a state of post-coital sleep.
He chuckled softly, reached out and pulled Ye Qingling into his arms, his gaze lingering on her...
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