He didn't get much from the old man, but he did get some from the younger man, which was a pretty good haul.
"What the hell are you digging for? I can't even lift this shovel anymore. Can you estimate how much this weighs?" Ye Cheng plopped down on a rock, picked up his water glass, and found it was empty.
He licked his dry lips. "Do you still have any water?"
"They're long gone. Who knew we'd be digging for so long today?" Xiao Hu said in a hoarse voice.
If there's no water left, then let's light a cigarette. It's already dry enough, so what's a little more dry?
Xiao Hu carried the bucket without much effort, weighing it in his hand. "Brother, your bucket probably weighs over 20 pounds, while mine weighs about ten pounds."
Ye Cheng nodded and handed a cigarette to Xiao Hu, "Here, have a smoke before you go back."
Xiao Hu took it, lit it, and with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his hands behind his back, he asked excitedly, "Brother, what are we going to do with so many old men?"
"Sell it for money, what should we do?"
Ye Cheng said calmly, thinking about his terrible original owner, his dilapidated home, and if he had a gambling father, a seriously ill mother, and a hardworking younger sister, he would have no choice but to become a technician.
He needs money, money to improve his life.
“From now on, when you come out with me, you’ll get a share of the money,” Ye Cheng said to Xiao Hu.
"Ah." Xiao Hu's eyes lit up for a moment, but then dimmed again. He pointed at the bucket and said, "Brother, you dug up all these clams. The clams I dug up aren't worth much, so you don't need to give me any."
"Just take it, stop talking nonsense," Ye Cheng said firmly.
"But you must keep this money at home; you can't just spend it recklessly."
"Brother, don't worry, I'll definitely leave it to my mom." Xiao Hu was so excited he was a little flustered. It wasn't that he didn't want to make a decision, it's just that he didn't have the chance.
The two sat and rested for a while, regaining some strength, before getting up and going back.
Xiao Hu carried the full bucket, while Ye Cheng carried the half-full one. They were both a little tired walking on the beach with nearly 20 pounds of stuff.
As the sun sets, the beach takes on a golden hue, and two figures leave two long rows of footprints on the sand.
When they reached the village entrance, the women who had been there earlier were also preparing to go back. They were quite surprised to see the two of them carrying heavy buckets back.
"Ye Lao Er, did you find something big? It's so heavy." Aunt Zhao teased from afar, and the other women joined in the laughter.
Two rascals, trying to imitate others by going beachcombing, thinking it's not hard work. Look at them, they're exhausted like dead dogs.
Young and impetuous, Xiao Hu was about to say that today's target was the sixty-year-old king, but Ye Cheng stopped him.
"Just some spicy snails and sand clams, nothing special," Ye Cheng replied casually.
Regardless of the era, the principle of not flaunting wealth is always true. Apart from your own family, no one wants you to be better off than them.
"It's good to have spicy snails, at least we'll have something to eat when we get home tonight."
"Then we'll have to buy a bottle of wine, which is a waste of money."
"Second brother, your brother doesn't earn money easily. You've been feeding and drinking him like this. Be careful he doesn't give you any more money in the future."
The older women were completely uninhibited, and Ye Cheng, too lazy to argue with them, led Xiao Hu and the other man towards the dock.
"They even went to the docks? Are they planning to sell it?"
"I doubt anyone would buy spicy snails."
"They still have sand armor, don't they?"
"Pshaw, people wouldn't even look at those sand armors."
"Let them go. Do they think making money is so easy?"
"Young people are just too simple-minded."
"Let's go home and fry these stone crabs for my husband to have with his drinks."
"Oh, that's great, you're even going to fry it? Are you planning to get your Zhao Laosi to put in some effort tonight?"
"So what? The land can't just be left to lie fallow. How about it, do you want my old Zhao to help you out?"
"Come on, are you willing to do it? Haha."
A few old women from the countryside, when they start chatting, they just talk so freely and without restraint.
The pier is not far from Baiyun Village, but it is quite difficult to walk there.
Back in 2002, motorcycles were still quite common. Although some cities had issued motorcycle bans, small cities like Donghai City hadn't.
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The original owner couldn't afford it at a price of over 3000, and neither could Xiaohu.
The most economical and practical electric vehicles are still in their early stages of development and have not yet become widespread in Baiyun Village, so the two of them had to each ride a bicycle across the village.
In his previous life, Ye Cheng was also a member of the cycling community, and he could easily ride twenty or thirty kilometers in one night.
However, switching to these two old-fashioned bicycles is a bit of a hassle; they can only be used as a means of transportation, without any feeling of speed or agility.
It took the two of them more than twenty minutes to reach the dock. It wasn't that it was far, but they were just too tired, and Ye Cheng couldn't pedal anymore.
The dock is a distribution center for nearby villages. In addition to Baiyun Village, goods from several neighboring villages are gathered here, so it is particularly lively compared to the tranquility of the village.
"Brother, we're here! The dock is so lively!" Xiao Hu said happily. At his age, he was exactly the type of person who loved to join in the fun.
"Let's find a place to sell these things quickly."
Ye Cheng just wanted to cash out as soon as possible; he wanted to see how much money he could make in a day.
Since they didn't know any restaurants, they randomly went into one called Lao Lin Seafood.
"Boss, do you buy clams?"
"I won't accept clams or dried clams." The boss was busy loading goods in the back and didn't even bother to turn around.
"Clams, big ones, king clams!" Little Tiger shouted.
Upon hearing that it was the "Old Man Wang," the shopkeeper became interested, turned around, and smiled, "Oh, it's Ye Lao Er and the Wang family boy."
Ye Cheng looked at the boss, somewhat puzzled. He searched his memory but didn't seem to recognize him.
"Don't even think about it. You don't know me, but your brother works at the docks and has heard of you two." Old Lin was a slightly overweight middle-aged man with the shrewdness typical of businessmen.
Judging from Lao Lin's expression, Ye Cheng knew without a doubt that what he had heard was definitely not a good thing.
I think I saw him when I went to the dock to borrow money from my older brother.
"Boss Lin, it's great to know you. Could you help me see what price you can offer for these goods?" Ye Cheng took out a piece of white sand and handed it over.
Old Lin glanced at Bai Sha, hesitated for a moment, but still took it. Ye Cheng took the initiative to light it.
Old Lin took a small puff and looked at Ye Cheng with admiration, "You've improved, now you know how to offer cigarettes."
Ye Cheng chuckled dryly, not wanting to explain too much about what had happened before.
"Come, let's see your sixty-year-old king."
Xiao Hu confidently carried the "Cauliflower King" over, saying, "Boss, look, these are all big, high-quality goods."
After just one glance, Old Lin's smile froze, and he looked at Ye Cheng in surprise, "This is wild?"
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