"Hey, why weren't you more careful? This fish is vicious. Are you all right, Third Uncle?"
Ye Yaodong also glanced behind him. "What happened? Did it bite you? I forgot to remind you that this fish was still alive."
Father Ye took his thumb out of his mouth and checked it. Blood immediately seeped out again, so he could only put it back in and mumble, "It's fine. It'll stop in a bit."
"Be careful. I told you to bring gloves this morning, but you wouldn't."
"They get in the way when I'm working."
As Father Ye spoke, he looked around for the toolbox. Seeing it beside Ye Yaosheng's feet, he went over and found a small piece of white adhesive tape.
Ye Yaosheng also put down his work. First, he helped snip a notch in the white adhesive tape with scissors, then gave it a hard pull, tearing off a narrow strip and sticking it onto Father Ye's thumb.
There were no Band-Aids around yet. People rubbed wood ash on wounds. If there was no wood ash, they used this slightly sticky tape, cutting off a narrow strip and wrapping it around the wound to stop the bleeding.
"Put on some gloves, Third Uncle. Don't think you'll be fine just because your hands are heavily callused. A bite still hurts. Gloves won't get in your way once you're used to them, and they'll keep your hands a little warmer instead of leaving them freezing cold."
"All right, all right."
Ye Yaodong muttered, "I told you to wear them ages ago, but you wouldn't listen. You had to get bitten first, and now you'll listen when someone else tells you."
Father Ye saw him muttering, but the wind was too strong for him to hear what he was saying, so