They earned nearly 40,000 yuan on this trip, so why should they save that little bit of money?
The market was brightly lit inside, and it was already broad daylight outside.
It's not sunny today, but it's very muggy, and the sky is overcast, looking like it's going to rain.
The day changed too quickly.
Yesterday it was a sunny day, but overnight it turned into this.
"Damn, is it going to rain?"
Ah-Can looked at the sky and muttered curses.
"If it really rains, that would be terrible. Hopefully, it's just a joke played by God."
Feng Ye frowned, feeling somewhat worried.
There are still tens of thousands of kilograms of miscellaneous fish and shrimp on the boat that need to be taken back to dry.
If it really rains, then all our efforts will have been in vain.
He wasn't sure about other places, but here, it almost always rains around the Dragon Boat Festival every year; it's rare for it to be dry.
The poem says: "Children do not know the rain of dragon boats, laughing and pointing to the celestial court where the bathtub is overturned."
The rain that falls during the dragon boat season is also called dragon boat water.
Around the Dragon Boat Festival each year, South China often experiences continuous and widespread heavy rainfall.
This period coincides with the Dragon Boat Festival, when dragon boat races take place. The heavy rainfall during this time is known locally as "Dragon Boat Water."
Feng Ye had also forgotten about this, and perhaps the others were in the same boat; no one thought of it or offered a reminder.
Otherwise, this batch of goods shouldn't be kept; those that can be sold should be sold directly, and those that can't be sold should be dumped.
unwise!
A huge miscalculation!
But now it's been transported all the way here, just a short distance from home, only a little over an hour's flight away.
In addition, many miscellaneous fish and shrimp were also sorted out.
Therefore, it's impossible to throw it away, even knowing that it might rain, I can't bear to.
Once these are dried, they'll be worth a fortune!
I just hope this year is special and that it doesn't rain during the Dragon Boat Festival, or at least it rains a few days later.
Feng Ye stood at the market entrance, looking at the gloomy sky, silently praying.
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