While setting fishing pots in the shallows by the beach, Ye Yaodong pushed the handcart along the shore to transport them, picking up plenty of fish large and small, shrimp, crabs, and sea snails along the way. He had covered only a short stretch before there were already more than he could carry in both hands.
After the wind, rain, and huge waves swept over the beach, plenty of surviving fish and shrimp had been left stranded. Last night, they had only gathered things around their own doorstep. Anything farther away had slipped through the net; there were always some that the wind and waves had not swept back into the sea.
He did not know whether the neighbors had already come by early that morning. It had not been fully light earlier, so even if they had, they probably had not searched very thoroughly. He simply told Lin Xiuqing to look around the beach first.
He had already stretched nets out in the sea anyway. Any scallops that fled would only end up in his nets, while the shellfish that could not move would stay put.
Seeing him busying himself with one thing after another, laying two nets in the sea and then going home to push out the handcart to transport fishing pots, Father Ye came over to help too.
"What good will putting the fishing pots here do?"
Ye Yaodong countered, "Then where would they do any good? The typhoon just passed, and the waves are big out there. We can't take them farther out, so we might as well put them along the shore. The tide's so high, and each wave washing in can bring a few fish and shrimp into them."
"They can catch some of those escaping scallops too. Too bad we don't have