The father and son kept weighing batch after batch while A Qing recorded the amounts beside them. Mother Ye bustled back and forth moving things and called over two more women to help clean the catch.
As for what Old Lady had said a few days earlier about giving more work to Eldest Uncle's two granddaughters-in-law, she couldn't care less. Let their family pay back the money first.
Before Ye Yaodong had finished weighing his own squid, his eldest and second brothers' boats docked too, and their catch was brought back, load after load.
After weighing his own catch, he weighed his eldest and second brothers' and, while he was at it, Lin Guangyuan's sackful too. That came to seventy-odd jin as well. In any case, he recorded everything separately.
Lin Guangyuan excitedly tugged at Ye Chenghai. "My maternal uncle said I earned over twenty yuan today. You can make money so fast here. If only I could stay here forever."
"In your dreams!"
"How many jin did you pick up today? How much did you earn?"
"None of your damn business!"
He just had to bring up the sore subject. How was he supposed to know how many jin he had picked up? How much could he earn? Not a damn thing ended up in his hands.
"What's with you? Swallowed gunpowder?"
Ye Chenghai glared at him, but then it occurred to him that the money Lin Guangyuan earned probably wouldn't end up in his own hands either. His parents were here too.
That thought instantly made him feel better.
"Nothing. It's too annoying, and I'm too tired."
"What's so annoying?"
"My mother's too annoying!"
"..."
So honest! So brave! He could already see A Hai's mother shooting daggers at him.
Ye Chenghai couldn't care less about his mother.