Li Long got up half an hour earlier the next morning than he had the day before. The autumn dew was heavy, and both he and Tao Daqiang wore jackets. Weather like this was what made the fruit in both northern and southern Xinjiang so sweet-the nights were cool, stabilizing the sugars, and the days were hot, making the sugars accumulate without dispersing. That was what made it sweet.
The two drove the horse-drawn cart to Big Haizi. Li Long went down to collect the nets while Tao Daqiang waited on shore.
By the time he paddled the tire over to the nets, before he even began hauling them in, Li Long was fairly certain that the ten nets today probably held about as many fish as yesterday, if not more.
Within sight, some of the silver carp caught in the nets were already floating belly-up on the surface.
More fish were still tangled in the nets, struggling to see whether they could escape.
Li Long began hauling in the nets. He pulled on the net rope, and the heavy net dragged him forward. Fish came out of the water one after another along with it. They were heavy.
Li Long gathered the net into a Urea Sack, his feelings complicated.
Having plenty of fish was good, but getting them ashore and taking them home was no easy matter. Surely they couldn't hitch up the cart and come here every day?
Actually, that wasn't out of the question.
Last night, Li Jianguo had wanted to give Li Long the money from selling the fish, but Li Long hadn't accepted it. He said that Li Qingxia had kept the money from the fish he sold before, and his elder brother should do the same here.
People said even brothers should keep