They were also pressed for time, since they still had to head out to sea to set their nets. After staying only a little longer, Ye Yaodong and Father Ye went back first.
With Father Pei taking the lead, both sides trusted each other well enough. There was no need for a deposit or anything; a verbal agreement would do.
They had left in such a hurry, though, that they had forgotten about the dried shrimp. After thinking it over, they decided to have Father Pei ask whether the other party would sell any when they returned that evening. No need to involve someone else in the same business.
There was no point making a special trip back. Their schedule was already tight.
Fortunately, the visit had been quick and decisive. His father had already inspected the goods earlier, so the round trip and their conversation had taken only an hour. Once everything was settled, they had immediately headed home.
Ye Yaodong pushed the handcart, piled so high with white gill nets that the heap rose to a peak taller than a person. Three or four buckets hung from the handles. There was no room for the baskets, so Father Ye could only stack them and carry them on a shoulder pole. Father and son chatted as they walked.
"That much Bombay duck should still come to three or four thousand jin after drying. For other people, having too much is a burden. They might not even find anyone who wants the fresh fish. But for us, spending five or six hundred yuan could bring back double and make us a tidy profit. We really picked up a bargain. We'll have to thank your Uncle Pei properly afterward."
"Of course. Aren't we buying it at fourteen fen a jin? I'm