The sun gradually sank toward the west, and Zhang Decai rowed slowly toward the wharf.
They had been fairly lucky today. Although they had caught fewer fish than yesterday, they had not encountered any sea demons.
When they reached the wharf, Zhang Decai brought the boat alongside the shore, picked up the fish basket, and stepped ashore. He turned to look at Zhang Xiaobao, only to find his son still sitting in the boat.
"Xiaobao, come ashore!"
"Dad, I want to row!"
Zhang Decai understood. His son wanted to practice rowing by the shore so that, once he had mastered it, he could help him!
Not only could his son speak now, but he was also so sensible and so filial! Tears actually welled up in the eyes of the man in his thirties.
At that moment, Zhang Decai felt that shedding blood and sweat, enduring hardship and exhaustion, and even venturing out to sea were all worthwhile!
He untied the mooring rope, tossed it into the boat, and said, "Just practice around here. Don't row too far!"
With that, he picked up the fish basket and headed straight for the fish market.
Zhang Xiaobao gripped the oar with both hands, recalled his father's movements, and slowly began to work the oar.
The little boat still spun in place. Zhang Xiaobao struggled to control the oar, even leaning his body to one side, but the boat simply would not go in the direction he wanted.
Although Zhang Xiaobao's face was quite calm, Xu Qingtong could clearly sense the little fellow's anxiety. The movements his father made while rowing kept replaying in his mind, but he could not reproduce them.
Stubbornly, Zhang Xiaobao tried again and again. By the time Zhang Decai returned, he had finally picked up a few tricks