Early the next morning, Ye Yaodong got up and opened the window to check the weather.
It was overcast, with little wind. The ground was dry, and it had not rained during the night. He could head out to sea.
He rustled into his clothes. The two children lay sprawled every which way on the bed, and he picked up the sheet and covered them. The mornings and evenings were particularly chilly now; he did not want them catching cold.
They had put a little bed in the room, but the eldest flatly refused to sleep in it and insisted on squeezing in with them. He was looking for an auspicious day to give the boy a spanking and make him move over.
He was already so big, yet he still slept snuggled against his mother every day. Absolutely shameless.
After a quick wash, he filled his stomach with rice porridge, pickled mustard stems, and dried fish. Then he tipped the bowl of Sea Centipedes he had saved yesterday into a bucket and said goodbye to his wife. After listening to a few reminders from her, he tucked away the two big pieces of rice cake she had fried for him, took his two baskets of coiled fishing line, and headed out to sea.
He had emptied the Fishing Pots yesterday, so there was no need to check them today. He only emptied one at random. There was not much in it, but his main purpose was to get bait. Using Sea Centipedes as bait was a little extravagant, so he had not brought many and still needed some small fish and shrimp.
Once he finished, he rowed to the spot where he had set the Longline Hooks. The surrounding waters were only so extensive, so he was not worried