Feng Ye glanced at the food; it was all leftovers from last night, just reheated.
In the countryside these days, waste is not tolerated. As long as the food hasn't gone bad, it will be saved for the next meal.
Feng Ye was not a delicate person and did not have the bad temper of not eating leftovers.
"Didn't Father and Mother get up today?"
Feng Ye filled a bowl with rice, sat down, and ate while talking.
"He got up, but I persuaded him to go back to sleep."
"Oh, so you must have gotten up very early and already heated up the food."
"It wasn't very early, I got up at two o'clock."
The two chatted about pointless nonsense and quickly finished their meal. After each taking more food into their lunchboxes, they pushed their carts toward the dock.
The full moon is approaching, and it is getting rounder and rounder, hanging high in the sky and casting a silvery light.
Many fishermen had already gathered at the dock to prepare for their sea voyage.
The arrival of the Feng brothers caused a small commotion.
After all, news of their bumper harvest yesterday had already spread throughout the village.
Everyone greeted them, and Feng Ye and Feng Xuan responded with smiles.
Just as Feng Ye thought Ah Can hadn't arrived yet, a ship was sailing towards the dock.
Upon closer inspection, isn't that the Asahi?
It turned out that Ah-chan had arrived long ago and even brought the boat over.
A short while later, the Rising Sun came to a steady stop at the dock.
Feng Ye was puzzled. Ah Can had only ever sailed a boat in the middle of the sea, so how could he be so skilled at docking?
But when they got out of the driver's seat, it wasn't just Ah-Can who got out; Feng Jia-Ling was also there.
Feng Ye thought to himself, "No wonder," and then called out, "Uncle."
Feng Jialing responded, jumped off the boat, and helped them load the items from the cart onto the boat.
"Come back early, don't come back so late again like yesterday."
Feng Jialing waved from the shore.
"good."
The three responded, and Feng Xuan piloted the Rising Sun slowly away from the shore, heading towards the vast ocean.
The sea breeze gently caressed their faces, and the waves lapped against the hull of the boat, as if bidding them farewell.
They gazed ahead, their hearts filled with anticipation and hope.
What kind of harvest will we get from this voyage?
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