Although he thought Brother A-Sheng was a pretty good person, he was no big boss who could let enough money slip through his fingers to keep someone else fed.
He had yet to settle his own accounts, with several thousand still outstanding on the boat.
He had only made a little money, yet his second uncle thought he had struck it rich. Even his attitude had changed, and he kept going on about wanting him to give Brother A-Sheng a leg up. Sigh...
There were probably plenty of other people thinking the same thing, only they had not come up to him to say it.
Once he really struck it rich and had money, he honestly would not mind helping out. They were family, after all, and he had a good impression of this hardworking cousin.
For now, though, they had to wait until he made his fortune first. What he had earned this year was not even enough to buy the boat. He was nowhere near that point yet.
Only once a person became well-off could he help others prosper along with him.
The faint beam of his flashlight flickered as it lit his way. In the bitter cold, there was not a soul on the road, only the howling wind. The villagers had long since burrowed under their quilts.
The few houses by the beach, however, were still brightly lit. The men had gone inside to sleep, while the women were still cleaning fish.
When he reached his door, he was about to tell his mother to get some rest early, but swallowed the words. His mother could never stand hearing him say anything nice...
Besides, his eldest and second sisters-in-law were going out with the fishing boat during the night. They really did have to finish cleaning