When Father Ye saw him go to steer the boat, he decided to count the day's catch.
Looking at the stacked bamboo baskets, he beamed. If they could go out to sea every day and bring back this much every time, how could they not get rich?
He walked over to the baskets, silently calculating how much today's catch would sell for.
Even after excluding the leatherjacket fish and other Fish Catch damaged by the propeller, there was still plenty left...
After counting everything, he had a rough idea of the day's haul.
He had just brought over a small stool and sat down, intending to rest while the fishing boat was underway, when he spotted the net bag lying in a corner by the cabin door.
Hmm? Why had he tossed the net bag anywhere instead of putting it away properly? A grown man, and he still didn't know how to tidy up. He left things everywhere, then rummaged all over the place when he needed them...
Grumbling inwardly, Father Ye decided to put the net bag in the bucket with his tools, but when he picked it up, he discovered there was still something inside.
He lifted it for a look. "Pen shells? Dried scallops?"
He was rather surprised. When had his son picked these up, and why hadn't he said anything?
Father Ye opened the bag and took out the pen shells Ye Yaodong had casually pulled up. There were only five, in varying sizes. Pleasantly surprised, he walked over to Ye Yaodong.
"Dongzi, when did you pick up these pen shells? You didn't say a word, just left them lying around."
Only when Ye Yaodong saw the pen shells in his father's hands did he remember. "Oh! I got so busy I forgot. We spent the