After gathering all the dried fish back, everyone was exhausted to the point of collapse, sitting on the steps.
Afraid the rain would get heavier, they had almost wished they had four hands, rushing about hurriedly.
Yet, even after finishing, the rain didn’t really intensify; it kept falling softly, drip by drip.
Ye Yaodong lifted the hem of his vest and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “Luckily, it didn’t rain hard. We gathered everything in time.”
“This rain probably won’t get heavy, right? It stopped for a little while just now, then started again within five minutes.”
“Doesn’t matter now. Anyway, everything’s already collected. Later we’ll sort it out; those that are fully dry we can just store away for now in the burlap sacks. When the weather gets better, we can take them out and dry them a bit more.”
“Good thing we didn’t dry too many at night. The wet ones can just be spread out on the bamboo beds. And for the ones on the fishing nets, just bring the bamboo poles inside and tie the nets up, piece by piece, to dry indoors.”
That meant they’d be busy enough at night, no need to go out to sea.
Since it was raining anyway, it was a good chance to rest.
After working so intensively for half a month, everyone else was probably worn out too.