Ye Yaodong asked a few more basic questions, then thanked them and headed back.
Fortunately, their village was not hostile to outsiders. This was also on the border between Fujian and Zhejiang, and fishing boats from both provinces traveled through the surrounding waters. If anything unexpected happened, they would sometimes stop in the nearby towns.
Some villages also spoke Southern Fujian dialect, though the tones differed slightly from the actual Southern Fujian dialect spoken back home.
Unfortunately, this village did not speak Southern Fujian dialect. They spoke Manhua.
The languages spoken along this stretch of the provincial border were quite a mix: Southern Fujian dialect, Manhua, local dialects, Wenzhou dialect, and many others.
He returned to his group and gave his father a rough account of the village, then said, "People here buy whole jellyfish for just two fen apiece. That's not worthwhile—not compared with cutting them up and selling the parts separately. Jellyfish heads sell for five fen a jin, Jellyfish Skin for four fen, and Jellyfish Brain for two fen. I heard dried jellyfish blood goes for eleven yuan. But jellyfish shrink badly after being cut up."
"Really? That much?" Father Ye was tempted. "Let's see when Chen Jiannian gets back. We'll sell what's aboard first and see how much we can get."
Ye Yaodong nodded. "Let's wait for him to come back. Then we can decide whether to rent a house in the village. We'll need a plan for how to arrange everything."
Luckily, he had set out during the night. It was still only noon when they arrived, so there was plenty of time left to make arrangements.
He had Father Ye stand watch on the beach while the rest of them dragged the jellyfish ashore in batches. After just sixteen or seventeen trips, they had