Jiang Xia fed her younger brother a small bite of fish meat and said, "As long as it isn't a super typhoon, it'll be fine. We can wait a few days before going out to sea. The bigger the wind and waves, the more fish we'll catch. Everything we bought today was rice, flour, winter melon, pumpkin, sweet potatoes, and the like—things that can be stored. There's no need to worry about them spoiling."
Father Zhou said, "Xiao Xia is right. There'll be even more fish after the typhoon! What's the rush? Waiting a few more days won't hurt. September is almost here, and there'll be fewer typhoons in September."
Father Zhou simply loved the way Jiang Xia talked. Every word that came out of her mouth sounded like it would summon wealth.
If he lived with this lucky star for a few more years, Father Zhou felt that even his own life might be extended a little. Maybe he could live to be a hundred and see the Triplets get married and have Triplets of their own.
He wanted to see each of his grandchildren make something of themselves—the leaders leading, the bosses running businesses. Ideally, one of his grandsons would be as clever as their maternal uncle and become a scientist or an inventor!
He wanted to watch the entire family flourish!
Although Father Zhou was a fisherman, he didn't want his grandchildren to continue being fishermen. It was too hard, too exhausting, and too dangerous.
That was money earned with their lives on the line.
They should all study and make something of themselves!
Early the next morning, the Zhou father and sons went out to sea to inspect the fish cages and prepare for the typhoon. They also notified the workers on the island to