As soon as he got closer, a middle-aged man of his grandfather's generation from the same clan started teasing him.
"Grandpa Johor Bahru, please stop making fun of me. I've been quite diligent these past two days, getting up very early every morning."
Feng Ye addressed him by his given name plus a title, meaning the middle-aged man's name was Feng Xinshan.
Even among people from the same village and with the same surname, there are degrees of closeness and distance. This is even more true for people with different surnames. Close relatives are usually referred to by their birth order and title within the same branch, while distant relatives are referred to by their given name and title.
Feng Xinshan nodded: "That's true, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to catch the big yellow croaker the day before yesterday."
“Ah Ye’s boat also needs to be carried up, right? Then hurry up and help, otherwise I won’t help you carry it.”
Another man, around forty years old, moved forward slightly, making room behind him.
"Ah Ye, can you lift it?"
“I doubt it. We don’t know what he was like before. He’s never done any heavy work and just plays all day.”
"Ah Ye, isn't your father upstairs? Why don't you tell him to come down? Don't force yourself."
"Yes, don't force yourself. Save your energy for Aling's belly."
Feng Ye said awkwardly, "I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, I'll have my dad try."
He bent slightly to squeeze into the empty space, then stood up straight, and the logs for lifting the boat landed on his shoulder.
"Damn, this is so heavy."
Feng Ye's expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself.
To be honest, even though the weight of the boat was shared by a group of people, it was still quite heavy on their shoulders.
He really wanted to just give up and ask his dad to come down and carry him.
This was far too heavy for him, like a burden weighing a thousand pounds.
However, it would be too embarrassing to give up as soon as you put it on your shoulders, and you would inevitably become the laughing stock of the village for a long time.
So he gritted his teeth and persevered.
A group of people chanted slogans and carried the boat slowly ashore, one step at a time.
One ship was carried out.
Feng Ye quickly went ashore, panting heavily, and said, "Dad, you should carry it. It's too heavy; I really can't lift it anymore."
He was already out of breath after carrying just one small wooden boat, his back and shoulders ached, and when he lifted the shirt over his shoulder, he saw that it was red.
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