Once Ye Yaodong had sold the rest of the Fish Catch, which varied in size, the total came to nearly fifty yuan. There were also around eight jin of Soft Cuttlefish, which sold for over five yuan.
The villagers who had yet to leave were tempted again. Compared with the returns, what did that little bit of bait money matter?
After asking Ye Yaodong and learning that he had set a thousand hooks and sold so much catch after hauling them in only twice, they all began thinking it over.
With a thousand hooks, catching even a few dozen fish and some other seafood in one round would be impressive. After all, longline fishing brought in no small fish, and the lines could be hauled in several times a day, with intervals between rounds.
Ye Yaodong did not mind the villagers following his lead. The sea was vast.
Everyone had seen how much catch he brought ashore, as well as the baskets of fishing lines and hooks still aboard his boat.
After putting away all his receipts, he took two of the four Soft Cuttlefish he had kept and gave them to his father. Each weighed over half a jin. He had also kept two Spanish mackerel weighing around two jin apiece, so they took one each.
He had to sell his catch, but he had to eat, too.
After agreeing to set out at three in the morning, Ye Yaodong pushed the handcart home. Besides bait, it also carried ten baskets of longline hooks.
He would get people to sort them out overnight and deliver them. He had not lost many hooks today, so two people working for two or three hours should probably finish. The day after tomorrow, he would likely have to take a break and repair