After Du Guilan left, Ye Qingling went up and closed the door.
"Ah Ye, we have so many clothes and fabrics, what are we going to do with them?"
Ye Qingling turned around and rummaged through the things she had picked up, quite fond of them.
"You can decide for yourselves; I don't care whether you sell or keep it."
"That won't do, you need to give me your opinion."
"Then let's divide it according to the share each boat occupies, and each person can handle their own portion. When dividing it, we can mix and match various styles and designs."
"Yes, that's what I think too."
Ye Qingling nodded. "That means we have half. There's no use keeping so many, so shouldn't we sell them?"
Feng Ye thought for a moment and said, "Keep the clothes that are still wearable. Keep a few more. Anyway, we didn't spend any money, so let's make sure they look good."
"We'll sell the extras. We shouldn't need to set up a stall in town; the island can handle it all."
"As for the fabric, we'll handle it the same way. Keep the ones we need so we don't have to buy them later."
“When Mother comes tomorrow, let her pick some too, and include it in our share.”
"Also, pick out some clothes for your family. If you don't find anything suitable, make a few pieces out of fabric and send them over."
Hearing that even her family members had been taken care of, Ye Qingling felt very warm inside.
"Okay, I understand. But what about these underwear?"
She pointed to the lingerie items placed on top, her face slightly flushed.
Looking at the underwear that A-Can had brought up, Feng Ye was also a little worried.
Bras and panties of this style would almost never sell in their small town.
The key point is that there are various styles, and the quantity is quite large.
After some consideration, he finally came up with a compromise.
"So, if someone comes to buy underwear, especially a younger married woman, you can secretly give her a set and let her wear it for her husband. Maybe you can sell some later."
After hearing this, Ye Qingling thought it was a good idea, but then worriedly said, "What if no one comes to buy it later?"
"Then let's keep it; we can't just throw it away."
"That's true. Anyway, it doesn't take up much space, so there's no harm in keeping it."
"Hehe, no one else wants it, so I'll have to leave it for you to wear."
"I don't want to wear it, it's too embarrassing."
"It's not like I need you to wear it during the day, just wear it to bed at night for me to see."
"What are you thinking about? You're never serious."
Ye Qingling scolded playfully, her face turning even redder.
Feng Ye retorted, "How is it indecent? This is called fun, don't you understand?"
Ye Qingling glared at him: "Fun my ass! I think you're just obsessed with that kind of thing, trying to satisfy your filthy, perverse tastes."
"Hehe, at my age, I'm full of energy and have nowhere to release it except through work."
“If I really didn’t think about that kind of thing and didn’t pay you taxes, you would suspect that I was having an affair.”
"Besides, don't you want to?"
"They say women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, suck the dirt from the ground at fifty, suck rats through walls at sixty, devour people without spitting out bones at seventy, dare not be blocked by Yu the Great at eighty, and swallow towns like whales at ninety..."
"Stop, stop, stop..."
As Feng Ye's words became increasingly inappropriate, Ye Qingling quickly interrupted him: "Where did you learn all this nonsense? Why do you only learn bad things and not good ones?"
"It's not that exaggerated. You can't just sit down and suck up dirt, or suck up mice through walls. Show me how you do it."
"I'm not a woman. How can I suck without your thing? Besides, I didn't say that. I just repeated it."
"I doubt you have the ability. So where did you hear this from? I'll go tell Mother that someone is corrupting her son. She'll definitely give him a good scolding."
Feng Ye chuckled and said, "I think his name is Er Yuehe, a novelist. This line is from his novel 'Emperor Yongzheng.' You can have your mother scold him."
The original quote comes from Er Yuehe's novel "Emperor Yongzheng," and that is correct.
The problem is that the novel "Emperor Yongzheng" is still being written and will not be completed until next year.
It is still unknown whether this sentence has been written down yet.
Moreover, the original text wasn't that long; it only had the first three sentences, and it's unclear who added the rest.
"A novelist?"
Ye Qingling was dumbfounded.
She initially thought it was just some dirty joke made up by someone in the village, but she never expected it to be written by a writer.
She said with some suspicion, "He's a great writer, how could he possibly write something like that? You must have made it up."
"I made it all up?"
Feng Ye shook his head. "You don't know, those literati are full of cunning and scheming, and sometimes what they write is simply unbearable to read."
"Did you know that literary figures are also called poets or 'sao ren'? When they get into it, they can be even more flamboyant than you women?"
The beginning sounded normal, and Ye Qingling even thought it made some sense.
But after hearing the next sentence, she couldn't help but roll her eyes: "You're the one who's slutty!"
"Don't worry, I'm still young, not at the age where I'm like a wolf or a tiger. You can rest well these few days."
"That won't do. The grain tax still has to be paid, otherwise it'll overflow. And you have to be satisfied too..."
Seeing that he was rambling on and on without any seriousness, Ye Qingling quickly interrupted him, "Alright, alright, stop babbling. Do you want to take a shower? If so, go quickly, it's very late, go to bed early, you have to get up early to go out to sea."
"You can't wait? You women are always so insincere. I'll go wash up right away. You go lie down on the bed and wait for me."
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