By the time Ye Yaodong finished up and dragged his exhausted body home, he was too tired to move. Sitting at the table, he looked at all the dishes spread before him and found he barely felt like eating.
Between going into the water, all the heavy physical work, and the farce that evening, he was worn out in both body and mind.
Goddammit, once I've earned enough money, I'm never working this hard again. I'll sleep until I wake up naturally, then take the boat out at my leisure. Cast a net when I feel like it, fish when I feel like it, forage along the shore when I feel like it, dive when I feel like it.
Fuck, it sounds wonderful, but who knows when it'll happen? I'd better not actually end up working until I'm eighty too.
Although he was working diligently now to earn money and support his family, deep down, he was still used to taking life easy.
Ah, if I can't be rich now, maybe with some effort I can at least become a wealthy old man. If I do the work I should while I'm young, at least I won't have to work when I'm old. I'll be able to take it easier.
In his previous life, he hadn't worked when he was young. When he got old, not only had people found him a nuisance, but he'd still had to work himself to the bone.
He urged Lin Xiangrong to eat, then picked up his own chopsticks, intending to have a few mouthfuls to fill his stomach. Food was fuel; missing even one meal left you ravenous. He still had more work to do tomorrow.
But after a couple of mouthfuls of rice, he saw Lin Xiangrong rapidly shoveling down food, taking