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Chapter 111: Going out to sea on a typhoon day

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Ye Yaodong thought about it and pondered. There would definitely be waves, and his small wooden boat would definitely not be able to withstand it, but the one that A Guang's family had just bought should be fine.

The typhoon is still a few days away and we are not sure whether it will hit head-on. The weather here has not been affected all day today, and the coastal areas should not be affected too much tomorrow.

"Then let's give it a try. Go early and come back early. If the waves are too big, we will come back quickly."

"Okay, it's settled then."

"Well, how about going at five in the morning? Don't go too far."

"OK, alright."

For fear of being beaten, A Guang did not dare to ask to go in and sit for a cup of tea or anything like that. The two of them just squatted under the tree, smoking, chatting, and feeding mosquitoes for a while.

When A Guang finished the last cigarette in his pocket, he was also driven away.

He had no regrets and gave cigarettes to his future brother-in-law, which was what he should do!

After Ye Yaodong returned to the house, he told his wife about his plan to go out to the sea early in the morning, but Lin Xiuqing was a little worried.

"Will it be too dangerous?"

"It's okay. If the waves are too big, we can just turn around and come back."

Seeing that she was still frowning, Ye Yaodong held her and sat her on his lap. "Don't worry, we're just going to the near sea. I'll go early tomorrow morning to collect the traps and put the newly made traps down together. We'll see if we can catch more during the typhoon. Then we'll drive the boat to the shelter and get on Guang's boat to go out and take a look."

"Okay, then watch it yourself and be safe."

"After this typhoon is over, I will accompany you back to your parents' home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then stay for two more days. You haven't been back for half a year." As he spoke, his hands began to move.

"Okay," she slapped his mischievous hand away, "the two children are still awake."

"I don't want to sleep!"

"I don't want it either!"

Ye Yaodong turned around and glared at the two people who were doing somersaults on the bed. "When we move to the new house, you two will sleep in your own room."

"No, I want to sleep with my mother!"

"I want a mother too!"

"Dad sleeps alone!"

"Yep!"

Ye Yaodong glared at the two little brats who were agreeing with him, "This is my wife!"

"It's my mother!"

"It's my mother!"

"Go to sleep now!"

Lin Xiuqing slapped him and broke free from his embrace, "Why are you arguing with your own son? They will fall asleep when the lights are turned off."

"Hehe~ Daddy is shameless. Even though he's so old, he still has to hold mom to sleep."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Lie down now." Lin Xiuqing grabbed her eldest son and slapped his little butt, forcing him to lie down and not move.

Ye Yaodong also pulled the electrical wires beside the bed and turned off the lights so that the two of them would sleep well and he could think about what he wanted.

He has gotten used to getting up early recently. At four in the morning, when he saw the sky getting light outside, he immediately sat up and got up quietly.

I have something on my mind, so I can't sleep deeply even if I want to.

The rustling sound of people putting on clothes woke Lin Xiuqing up. She whispered, "Put on one more layer of clothes. The wind is strong on the sea. It's a bit chilly in the morning and evening after the White Dew Festival. Be careful."

"Well, you should sleep a little longer. It's still early."

"Um."

Before the time agreed with A Guang, he went out to sea first. Anyway, it was agreed that he would be picked up at his safe harbor at the appointed time.

Just a few traps, they are put in and out very quickly.

He came out quite early because it was a typhoon day and there were not many people at the dock early in the morning, and a large number of ships on the shore had not yet left for the shelter.

While enjoying the cool air last night, I heard that some people felt that it was already autumn and that several typhoons had not passed through their area this year, and they felt that this typhoon would not pass through either. They did not plan to drive to the safe harbor, as it would be quite troublesome to drive back and forth every time, so they planned to just stay at the pier this time.

Seeing so many ships reminded him that one year, because of a typhoon, many boats in the village did not go to the safe harbor. The typhoon was too strong that day, and the villagers were worried that the boats would be washed away or broken apart by the waves when docked at the pier. So they sailed the boats to the safe harbor in the wind and rain that day, but many of them never returned.

Then there were nearly a month when no boats went out to sea to fish. The few that went out found that the fish they caught had human hair and nails in their stomachs, and no one dared to eat them.

The villagers therefore fasted and prayed for a month.

I don’t know if it was just this time, or it was too long ago, and he was in a daze and couldn’t remember clearly, but he felt it necessary to remind him, so when he came back from the sea in the afternoon, he would go and remind Secretary Chen.

He was thinking about this in his mind, but it was too early now and he had to go out to sea, so he could only come back in the afternoon to remind her.

He used a bamboo pole to prop up the boat, then rowed the boat, slowly steering it toward the center of the sea. When it reached a farther point in the sea, he could clearly see how big the waves were. The boat was shaking a little, but it could still withstand it.

He drove the boat to the buoy location where the traps were placed, and first pulled up the traps that had been lowered two days ago one by one.

The first net actually pulled up 3 to 4 pounds of small white shrimp, 7 to 8 pounds of various good and bad fish of all sizes, and a dozen large stone crabs, which were enough to match the catch of the previous 5 to 6 nets.

He happily poured all the fish into the bucket and continued pulling along the rope. He pulled more than ten nets in a row and had a good harvest.

He pulled and released the nets at the same time until all the goods in the traps were put into the bucket. Then he put the newly made trap nets down, just in time to catch more goods during this typhoon.

The three buckets he brought on board were already full. He didn't have time to sort them now, so he could only throw them all into the buckets and sort them out during the free time on A Guang's boat.

He estimated that the value of these goods was no less than that of a day's worth of nets, and only on typhoon days could every net be filled.

The waves kept hitting the boat, and he could only go against the waves, steering the boat up and down, and the sky gradually became brighter.

After he arrived at the safe harbor and docked the boat, he waited for about ten minutes before Guang arrived.

"Quite on time."

"I've calculated everything. I think the waves are OK after driving all the way here. I can handle it."

He loaded several barrels of goods onto Guang's boat and said, "I think it's okay too. Let's sail a little further away and see. If the signs are not right, we'll run away as soon as possible."

"You've got a good harvest today? How many rows of traps?"

"36 photos, that's good. I guess the waves have swept the goods in. I just saw several blue crabs. The swimming crabs are estimated to be ten kilograms. The small white shrimps are rare to weigh 5-6 kilograms. There are also mantis shrimps and a lot of miscellaneous fish. Wait for you to start the boat and I will sort them out."

"Well, I have a feeling that we will definitely have a good harvest this time!"

"From your sixth sense, Pei Shun?"

"Of course! Risks are often accompanied by opportunities."

“That makes sense!”

As they talked, the two men drove the boat out of the safe harbor.