Fifty Gill Nets were no small number. Ye Yaodong had specifically asked Uncle Lin, who had only set thirty.
Uncle Lin had also said he had been lucky these past few days, averaging thirty-odd jin per net. There were all sorts of fish, mostly Toadfish that weren't worth much, but there were other fish too.
With that much catch, he could sell it for seventy or eighty yuan each time, and close to a hundred when he was exceptionally lucky.
People coming and going at the pier were a little envious, but their small boats weren't up to the task and couldn't go very far. Some were planning to try making a few nets and setting them along with their Fishing Pots to see how they did.
But he had heard that the results near shore weren't good, with little to catch. After all, it was only the water around the coast, and the village had more small wooden boats than anything else. They all worked the coastal waters, setting every kind of net. The resources moving through those waters were very limited, nothing like the waters farther out.
Early the next morning, Ye Yaodong got up at the time he had calculated. Once he saw the tide coming in, he headed out with his father to haul in the nets, full of hope and high spirits.
Fifty nets really were a lot. Each averaged about thirty meters long, so hauling in fifty meant working along fifteen hundred meters of water. But that was exactly what he wanted.
Herding ten sheep was work, and herding fifty was work too. He had to make full use of the day.
As soon as he reached their destination, he began retrieving the buoy and pulling in the net line. He wound the line