After they reached their destination, Father Ye scooped up a dipper of seawater and tapped the dipper as usual. There were five points of light inside, three more than yesterday.
His face lit up with delight. "There are more today. There'll definitely be more every day from now on. We can just stay here and fish in the afternoons without worrying."
"All right. Let's go check the island first."
Perhaps because the cuttlefish season had only begun yesterday, there weren't many stranded on the island. Scattered here and there, the pale, plump cuttlefish looked like little steamed buns, swaying with the waves as the sea kept pushing them onto the beach.
The tide had just begun to ebb, and wave after wave pushed the floating debris onto the sand.
Lin Guangyuan was thrilled. "Uncle, those white things are all cuttlefish, right? There are so many! Hurry, let's go pick them up!"
"Wait until the boat reaches shore. There's no hurry."
"How many days can we keep picking these up?"
"Ten days or half a month, maybe. It varies; there's no telling. Don't get tired and decide you've had enough after two days."
"I definitely won't. This pays better than hauling sandbags at the pier, and it's much easier."
"I hope you can still say that this afternoon. All right, get down there and get to work."
Whether someone worked or not, and whether the work was light or heavy, insufficient sleep was hard to bear.
They got up at two in the morning and didn't get home until four or five, or even five or six in the afternoon. By the time they ate, washed, and lay down, it was at least seven or eight. After taking a while to fall asleep, they only slept a few hours before having