"How are you at home? A typhoon is coming soon..."

"We have asked everyone to help with the construction and seize the time to prepare for the fight against Taiwan."

"That's good. I've been out to sea for a few days this time. At least I can make a little money. Otherwise, I haven't started making money yet and just rested there all the time. The expenses for a day are not small."

Ye Yaodong smiled. With these two shipments of goods, it would be okay to rest for a few more days and there would be no loss.

Just now he also asked the workers to go out to buy meat, chickens and ducks.

The weather is hot and meat cannot be stored for a few days, but live chickens and ducks can be kept there. During the two days of typhoon weather, it is difficult to buy anything, but meat and vegetables can be obtained.

He ran back and forth all afternoon and was sweating all over.

There are more fishing boats coming back from the dock on the pier, not just Qianfan returning to the port. At a glance, there are densely packed boats of various sizes.

The fish market street is also more lively, full of goods and fishermen shouting there.

After he finished delivering the goods, he went to his father's place to help. When he met someone he looked familiar with, he naturally had to weigh the goods from him.

And he also asked his father and the boatmen to go back and rest first, while he led another group of workers to take over the work here.

He was busy until midnight, and he only sold about seventy-seven or eighty-eight percent of the goods. Seeing that there was not much left and it was difficult to sell, he closed the stall and went back.

At this time, the waves on the shore were getting bigger. On the way back, I could hear the sound of waves and see large waves hitting the shore.

His construction site is still a short distance from the shore, but he is not afraid of being hit by waves.

When Father Ye saw them coming back, he quickly came over to greet them.

"Are they all sold out?"

"It's hard to sell the leftovers, so I brought them back. I'll give some away tomorrow to save myself the trouble of having to deal with them for a long time."

Father Ye felt relieved when he saw that there was not much left, only a few hundred kilograms.

"It's okay. You've made some friends here and sent some to others. There's too much pickled food and I can't finish it every day."
Chapter completed!