When the two brothers returned home, lunch had already been served, and no one was home. They didn't know if the family had gone to help at the homestead or somewhere else.
Feng Ye doesn't have the habit of carrying keys, but Feng Xuan does; otherwise, the two of them wouldn't even be able to get into their house.
After hurriedly eating some leftovers, the two returned to the dock without stopping.
We bought too many honeycomb briquettes at once, and we can't put them all on the Rising Sun ship. They'd get wet easily and take up too much space.
The Xuri ship is not big to begin with, and if honeycomb briquettes take up such a large area, the working space will be too small.
Therefore, most of it needs to be removed, leaving only a small amount for use.
Ah-Can also came; he arrived pushing a cart.
It was agreed long ago that the honeycomb briquettes would be stored at his house.
It doesn't really matter whose house it is, since none of the three of them burn coal, so there's no need to worry about theft. It's just that the Feng brothers don't have any space at their house.
There were too many, and the road was not easy to travel, so the cart could not carry too many at a time.
Therefore, it took the three of them several trips to unload most of the honeycomb briquettes and transport them to A-Can's house, where they were piled up in his storage room.
Fortunately, the honeycomb briquettes weren't heavy, and with the three of us working together, we were efficient and not tired, although the sun was a bit strong and we sweated a lot.
Looking at the neatly stacked honeycomb briquettes, Feng Ye nodded in satisfaction: "That's great, we won't have to eat cold food anymore when we go out to sea."
Ah-Can laughed and said, "From now on, we can eat whatever we want. It will be freshly caught and cooked, so we don't have to worry about not being able to start a fire on the boat."
Feng Xuan smiled and said, "Being able to eat a hot meal every day makes me happy just thinking about it."
The three of them looked at each other and smiled, all in a good mood.
After chatting for a couple more minutes, Feng Ye changed the subject and asked, "Ah Can, did your uncle get his money back?"
“My dad went with my uncle to get it back.”
"It's good that it's back. Did anything go wrong along the way?"
"Old Liu and his son originally didn't want to give it, saying that they had already signed an agreement and that they would have to wait at least two years to redeem it, but my dad's one sentence made them obediently give the money."
What did your father say?
"That's what my dad said."
Ah-Can chuckled and mimicked his father's manner of speaking, saying, "I heard someone in your family fell into the latrine yesterday. Aren't you afraid someone else will fall into the latrine tonight?"
"Old Liu's family all turned pale, and in the end, they reluctantly gave the money back to my uncle."
"Uncle Ling is awesome."
Feng Ye laughed heartily after hearing this and gave a thumbs-up in praise.
Although Feng Xuan didn't know the details at first, he roughly guessed what was going on after hearing it, and couldn't help but laugh.
...
After leaving Ah-chan's house, the two brothers went to help out at the homestead.
It's understandable if someone has things to do and doesn't work on the homestead, since making money is more important.
But it wouldn't be right not to go if you have nothing to do.
Even if family members don't say anything, it's inevitable that people will gossip about it.
In the countryside, the gossipy aunts and uncles are never going to say anything nice; as the story goes on, laziness might be transformed into utter depravity.
Upon arriving at the land plot, Feng Ye was quite satisfied with the progress of the house construction.
The wall is almost three meters high, less than a meter away from the total height of 3.9 meters. In a few days, the formwork can be installed.
Feng Ye spent the entire afternoon working on the land, doing only one task: throwing red bricks one by one onto a scaffold more than two meters high.
Feng Ye finally felt relieved when it was almost dark and he was about to finish work.
He can do this job occasionally, but if he has to do it continuously, he really can't stand it.
He decided that from now on, as long as the weather permits, he will not go ashore until it is almost dark, so as not to have to come back to the homestead and suffer the trouble.
He would rather spend more money to hire someone than do this hard labor himself.
Back home, he first took a shower, took off his clothes which were covered in dust and sweat, changed into clean clothes, and then sat down at the table to enjoy a sumptuous dinner.
After the meal, he went straight back to his room and lay down on the bed.
A little while later, Ye Qingling brought Feng Xinan in and placed him on the bed.
"You put our son to sleep, I'm going to take a shower."
"Understood. Go take a shower and I'll wait for you."
Feng Ye raised an eyebrow and revealed a lewd smile.
"Aren't you tired after working all afternoon? All you think about at night is that kind of thing."
"I'm so tired, my back and waist ache. How about you give me a massage later?"
Ye Qingling rolled her eyes at him: "You wish! I'm already being kind by not making you massage me..."
Feng Ye chuckled: "I can give you a massage too, I'm really good at it, especially pressing..."
"You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth, get lost."
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Qingling left in a fit of embarrassment and anger.
After teasing his wife for a bit, Feng Ye felt a surge of joy and pulled Feng Xinan into his arms, gently rocking her.
Unfortunately, he had no experience in putting children to sleep and didn't know how.
Fortunately, Feng Xinan didn't need much coaxing. Although she was quite energetic at first, with her eyes wide open, looking left and right.
But gradually, his eyelids began to droop, and finally, unable to resist the drowsiness, he slowly closed his eyes.
After all, they are just kids, and they go to sleep when it's almost time.
When Ye Qingling came in after taking a shower, Feng Xinan was already fast asleep.
She quietly climbed into bed and lay down next to Feng Ye.
"Is your son asleep?"
Feng Ye nodded: "Yeah, I just fell asleep."
Ye Qingling reached out and touched her son's face, tucked the blanket around him, and smiled gently.
Feng Ye leaned closer, gently blew into her ear, and called out, "Wife..."
Ye Qingling's ears were tickled by his teasing, and she turned around in annoyance: "What are you trying to do now?"
"Didn't we agree to give you a massage? Come on, lie down..."
As he spoke, his hands began to wander.
"Get lost, who asked you to press that button?"
Ye Qingling glared at him and slapped his hand away.
"Then give me a massage, I've had a long day, my back and waist are aching..."
Ye Qingling couldn't persuade Feng Ye otherwise, so she had no choice but to sit up and press him down hard.
"My shoulder hurts too..."
"My back hurts too..."
"My thighs hurt too..."
"There's also something in here..."
As Feng Ye complained of aches and pains all over his body, Ye Qingling was utterly speechless; her hands were already...
She grabbed Feng Ye's soft flesh at the waist and pinched it hard: "You're just full of filth in your head. Does it hurt now?"
"Ouch, be gentle! You're trying to murder your husband!"
As Feng Ye spoke, he flipped over and pinned her down.
Ye Qingling pressed against his chest: "You were saying your back and waist were aching earlier, but now that you're thinking about this, nothing hurts anymore, right?"
Have you ever heard of a saying in Traditional Chinese Medicine?
"What did you say?"
"Where there is no flow, there is pain; where there is flow, there is no pain."
"..."
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