The weather looked even worse the next day. The sky was gray first thing in the morning, and a light rain began to drizzle down.
Ye Yaodong could not help frowning as he looked out at the sea. The wind was weaker than it had been the past two days, but the waves were still there.
His thousand hooks were still out at sea. Who knew whether the waves had swept away the buoys? What a headache. His pot trap nets were out there too, and he had not checked them for three days. If he did not go today, the fish and shrimp inside would spoil.
"A Qing, I'm taking the boat out to collect the catch from the fishing pots."
"There are still waves, and it's raining. You've only just gotten over your cold..."
"A little rain won't hurt. The waves aren't as big as they were the past two days either. I'm not going out to the open sea, just checking the fishing pots along the coast. It'll be fine."
Lin Xiuqing glanced outside and said with a frown, "Then be careful, and put on your straw rain cape."
"Mm."
Ye Yaodong took the straw rain cape hanging behind the door, put it on, and headed out with his buckets. Seeing him going out despite the rain, Ye Yaohua and Ye Yaopeng hurriedly asked where he was going.
"Just going to check the fishing pots. I'll be back."
He tossed out that reply and kept walking without breaking stride.
Boats of all sizes floated off the pier. With the bad weather over the past few days, none had gone out, and even the buying stations were closed.
Today was no different. It was deserted, without a soul in sight-a stark contrast to its usual bustling crowds.
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