They had sold 300 jin at the military base, but there were still over 400 jin on the tractor. Ye Yaodong looked at it with some worry. It seemed they would have quite a lot left today and would have to lug it all back again.
He wondered how much they could sell if they went to the market at this hour.
"Hey, Uncle Zhou, what time will you be heading back after hauling the sand?" Ye Yaodong stood up and called loudly to the tractor driver up front.
"What time is it now?"
"Eight."
"Then after I drop you off at the market and go to the sand yard to load up, it'll probably be eleven or twelve by the time I head back."
Ye Yaodong thought it over. That would be about the right time to return. Otherwise, they could set up outside the train station again, and although they could sell quite a bit there, it wasn't safe.
Who knew whether those thugs from yesterday would go back there looking for them? After taking a beating, they would surely remember it for a long time. Wouldn't it be normal for them to swing by the place now and then to see if they could get even?
"Dad, how about we sell at the market for a few hours, then ride back with Uncle Zhou's load of sand? Let's not set up at the station anymore. It's too chaotic. We can head home early and save ourselves the hassle. Otherwise, without a ride back, we'll get fleeced again."
"All right."
Ye Yaodong called to Uncle Zhou again. "Uncle, after you load the sand, could you swing by the market and pick us up? I'll pay a little extra, and we'll ride back with you."
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