After spot-checking a few sacks and finding no problems, they began weighing them and recording the weights. Each weighed sack went straight onto the big Jiefang truck, until they reached 3,000 jin.
The villagers kept looking back and forth between the big Jiefang and the courtyard, their discussions growing livelier.
The children ran and skipped about, as excited as if it were New Year.
"It'd be even better if we could climb up and sit in it!"
"Yeah, it'd be even better if we could sit in it."
"We can't, can we? If we climb up without asking, Mom will get mad and hit us."
"Right, we can't climb up. We can only look and touch..."
"Just ask Third Uncle! Ask him if we can get in. If Third Uncle says yes, Mom definitely can't hit us!"
"Then... shall we ask Third Uncle?"
"Come on... come on..."
"Let us through... let us through..."
The children were always coming up with something new. Having looked and touched their fill, they now wanted to sit inside and experience it. After discussing it, they hurried toward the courtyard gate again, but too many people had crowded around the entrance to watch.
The little ones pushed this way and that through the crowd, shouting for people to let them through.
Just then, another load of dried fish was being carried out. The villagers cleared an opening, and the children rushed in, only to collide with Ye Yaopeng, who was helping carry the dried fish.
A sack of dried fish nearly slipped off his shoulder, instantly infuriating the adults.
"You lot are everywhere! Go outside and play. Stop getting underfoot, or once I have my hands free, every last one of you is getting a beating!"
"We didn't mean to..."
Watching from the side, Ye