Ye Yaodong's reputation in the village was now beyond what most people could compare with. Even the village chief and village officials could not match him.
Money gave the poor courage. With money, you could speak louder, and people took what the wealthy said especially seriously. The moment he finished speaking, the crowd spontaneously cleared a path for him.
Some of the nosier people even followed behind him, hoping to ask a few more questions, but he climbed straight aboard the boat and started hauling things.
Watching them work, the villagers spontaneously reached out to help unload the catch, taking the opportunity to ask a few more questions.
"I don't have time right now. We'll talk later..."
But when he pushed the handcart to the buying station, he found several people waiting in line to have their catches weighed. Baskets of squid covered the open ground beside them. Clearly, everyone had done quite well.
They were all busy running around. Going over and asking them to help weigh his catch now would have been inconsiderate.
Ye Yaodong craned his neck for a look, then left the handcart on the open ground, asked the villagers to keep an eye on it, and returned to the shore to tell his father.
"Quite a few people are lining up to weigh their catches. Why don't we take ours straight home and weigh it ourselves with the steelyard? Eldest Brother and Second Brother aren't back yet, and their handcarts are still at the pier. Let's bring those over too and push two loads home first."
"That works. If they're busy, let's not trouble them. We can take it home and weigh it ourselves just the same."
They were not giving the station any business to earn money from anyway. Helping weigh something when they