Back on shore, all the goods were carried to Feng Jiafa's shop to be weighed.
Upon seeing them arrive, Feng Jiafa immediately asked, "Why did you come back so late again yesterday?"
"Something came up, I was delayed."
Feng Ye gave a simple answer without elaborating.
It seems that Feng Jiafa is unaware that they picked up a lot of things yesterday, or perhaps the news hasn't spread throughout the village yet.
"Where are your fish? You didn't come to my house to call me last night, and I didn't see any of your family members bring them over to sell today. Did you sell them to Old Zhu or Old Lin?"
“We’ve been working together for so long and it’s always been a pleasant experience. How could I possibly sell to them again? We didn’t have any stock left yesterday, so we kept some for ourselves and dried them up.”
"So what have you been doing all day?"
"Don't ask anymore. You'll find out when you come to my house after you receive the goods."
"Looks like you guys found something good!"
"Weigh it first, hurry up."
"All right."
Feng Jiafa suppressed his curiosity and weighed them one by one.
The price of sea eels is not bad, 3.5 yuan per jin, a total of 78 jin, 273 yuan.
Other fish such as toadfish, mullet, shrimp, and crab sold for a total of 487 yuan.
This trip to sea was pretty good; I earned 760 yuan.
Unfortunately, the task was not completed; half of the shrimp traps had not yet been retrieved.
If we can collect them all at once, and then drag them out in one more round, the number could very well exceed a thousand.
Because of the rain, the fishing boats are gradually returning.
Feng Jiafa was also busy, so he didn't stay long.
We don't know how long this rain will last, so it's not good for drying fish. We sold all of today's catch.
I gave Ah-Can the 190 yuan that belonged to him, and then we went home separately.
Before I even got home with my cart, I could hear all sorts of laughter and chatter coming from the workshop. It sounded quite lively, like there were a lot of people there.
Once inside, take a look...
Good heavens, the warehouse inside the workshop was packed with people.
There were relatives from my family, neighbors from the old house, and even Ah-Can's neighbors...
They're all from the village anyway.
In the middle were Ye Qingling, Du Guilan, his parents, Uncle Ling and Aunt Ling, and the goods they had picked up yesterday.
A bunch of men and women were chatting and laughing at home, complimenting each other...
"Is all the stuff you picked up here? This fabric looks really nice, it must have been expensive, right?"
"It's really not cheap. I bought a similar one before, and it cost more than five yuan per meter."
"So many horses, one after another, and they're so expensive! You've struck it rich!"
"There are still so many clothes..."
"These clothes are so pretty, much nicer than the ones sold in our town..."
They were all talking and listening with great enthusiasm, but no one noticed Feng Ye.
Listening to their chatter, Feng Ye understood that these people had come for what they had found.
He had just thought that the news hadn't spread in the village yet, but it seems that Feng Jiafa was simply ignorant.
How did these things get moved to the warehouse?
And it seems that they haven't been distributed according to the share yet, and they're all still here?
He didn't squeeze in; he just stood at the warehouse entrance and looked inside.
But the situation inside displeased him, and his face darkened.
Because some women are so careless, they rummage around everywhere, and if they see something they like, they hold onto it and won't let go.
If you don't like it, or if the size is wrong, just throw it on the ground.
At first, only a few people were searching, but gradually more and more people joined in, and more and more clothes and fabrics were thrown out.
These clothes and fabrics weren't individually packaged, and they were all soaked in seawater.
The ground was already dirty, and with so many people around, once it was thrown out, it got kicked by one person and another, making it all filthy.
Ye Qingling and the others were determined to stop it, and they did take action, picking up some items and snatching some back.
But there were only six of them, while they were facing a dozen or more people.
Two fists can't beat four hands!
Even more outrageous, before Ye Qingling and the others could notice, two women emptied a sack full of dresses, piling them up on the ground into a small hill.
Wow, so many dresses, so many styles, they're all so pretty...
"There are so many colors! This one looks nice. Let me see if I can wear it..."
"This red one looks good too..."
They all excitedly squatted down, scrambling and rummaging through the items, picking and choosing.
Some people, however, had their eyes on the other sacks of fabric and clothing, and wanted to empty them.
Ye Qingling and the others were so angry they were about to vomit blood.
I was originally thinking of saving face and trying to persuade them gently.
After all, we're from the same village, and we'll see each other all the time. It's not good to make things too tense.
But there was no time to worry about that now; they all glared angrily and roared, "Stop fighting! Everyone, get out of here..."
"Put them all down, don't take any more..."
"Get out! Have you no shame?"
However, everyone was bewitched and no one listened to them.
And they couldn't stop them at all; there were just too many people.
They could only desperately protect the other sacks to prevent these people from emptying them.
The scene became chaotic and almost out of control.
Some people even started arguing on the spot over a piece of clothing or a piece of fabric...
A surge of anger rose within Feng Ye as he read this.
These people are so shameless; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they're taking advantage of the chaos to rob people.
These people need to be brought to their senses.
He couldn't hold back any longer, so he grabbed a stick and banged on the warehouse door a few times.
"Bang bang bang..."
With a loud knocking sound, the once noisy warehouse suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the doorway.
Feng Ye stood there, his face grim, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping across everyone's face.
He said coldly, "What are you doing? Don't think that just because you're relatives or neighbors you can take or rob whatever you want. It's still against the law and you'll go to jail."
Those people were extremely embarrassed by what they were said and looked at each other blankly.
"Ah Ye, that's a really harsh thing to say. We're not refusing to pay, so how did we break the law?"
"Exactly, we're not taking it for free, we're just picking and choosing..."
Feng Ye retorted bluntly, "Is this how you buy things? What's the difference between this and robbery?"
He then pointed to the dirty clothes and fabrics: "Look at what you've done to these clothes and fabrics! How are we supposed to sell them now?"
"If you really want to buy, fine. It's not like we won't sell to you. Can't you just line up and come one by one? Why are you scrambling to buy it? What kind of behavior is that?"
"You're not three-year-olds, you're all so old, have some shame!"
Seeing that Feng Ye had finished playing the bad cop, Feng Jiaqing quickly switched to playing the good cop, forcing a smile and saying, "Come on, everyone, put your things down first, and then we'll take turns in order."
Feng Jialing chimed in, "As you can see, there's plenty of stuff. There's no need to fight over it; everyone gets some."
Those people smiled awkwardly and reluctantly put down the fabrics and clothes they had chosen.
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