MTL - Back To the Small Fishing Village In 1982-Chapter 10 woman cursing

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  Chapter 10 Woman Cursing

  Looking at their abdomens, Ye Yaodong said with a smile on his face: "The two males add up to more than a catty. Today's harvest is good, and they just stewed for the children at home."

  He looked around and randomly found a hemp rope washed up by the sea on the rock.

  Tie up the two blue crabs, hang them on the basket, and happily continue to open sea oysters and dig sea melon seeds on the stone wall.

  His mother must complete the tasks assigned by his mother as much as possible, otherwise he will have to listen to her ramblings again. Tomorrow the tide will recede even further, so he can go out to catch the sea.

The closer to the rock outside the tide, the bigger the sea melon seeds on it. Ye Yaodong pried a few, looked at the position of the tide, and simply pulled the hem of his trousers to his thigh, planning to go a little further, there should be more outside .

  Most of the people who went out to search the sea today went to the sand clams, but there were not many people looking for them on the stone walls.

  The harvest is low, and there are people digging at low tide on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year. The growth period is only half a month, and the growth is relatively small, not as much as sand clams.

  Ye Yaodong walked along the rocks until the water filled his knees, then he stopped, and then slowly opened sea oysters on the stone wall with rare patience.

  The sea oysters pried open here are a bit bigger, and the spicy snails adsorbed on the rocks, and the sea melon seeds growing in groups are also relatively bigger.

  There are only mussels, and there are dense ones growing, but the size is only the size of the fingernail of the little finger, and there is no way to dig it.

  Everyone was working hard, and no one noticed that he came out like this, so he could dig for a while.

  As the tide receded little by little, he also moved out little by little. He hadn't washed the sea for decades, and his interest was completely aroused.

  This feeling of harvest fascinated him a little, but the sun was too hot, so he forgot to wear a straw hat when he came out.

  At this time, because he didn't work much, his face looked very fair, not as dark as the people on the beach.

  However, being exposed to the sun for a long time also made him flushed and sweat profusely. Only when his lower body was soaked in the sea water did he feel cooler.

  After the tide completely receded at half past ten, it began to rise slowly again after a long time. He could clearly feel the sea water rising from his knees little by little as the waves rolled up.

  When it reached the base of his thighs, he slowly moved forward. By the way, he took a look at the water ladle. It was 1/3 full, which was not bad. It was enough for two bowls of fried sea oysters, and half a basket of spicy snails and sea melon seeds.

  Lin Xiuqing felt a little tired after squatting for a long time. Seeing that the basin was half full, she stood up, squeezed her waist, tapped her back, and glanced at her second son by the way.

  The little boy was sitting and playing with the sand by himself. He was so excited that his head and face were covered with sand, his drooling chest was wet, and he was playing with the sand in handfuls.

   They are very well-behaved, some play without crying, making trouble, or looking for their mother.

  She looked around again, but she didn't see the figure of her man, she frowned, she really couldn't have any expectations for this man!

Seeing her standing up, Mother Ye also felt a little tired, so she straightened up and planned to take a rest, but she looked over the rock, but she couldn't see Ye Yaodong, and she was annoyed, "Where did you die again? You told me well The oysters were dug for him, and in a blink of an eye he was gone.”

"Mother, how can you believe what Yaodong said? It's been so many years, how often have you seen him work seriously? When was it not stealthy and smooth, he did a few fake tricks, fooled him and ran away." Said with a pursed mouth in disdain.

  Mother Ye hates iron for being weak, "Go back and let his father break his dog's legs, he has been so out of tune all day long!"

   "With grandma here, don't think about it."

  Mother Ye is exhausted. A good son has developed such a lazy virtue. After they are gone, he will really starve to death.

Sister Ye also said: "Mother, I really can't let Yaodong stay idle like this. Who can support him for a lifetime? Xiuqing? He is a big man with hands and feet, and he relies on his wife for nothing. Don't be ashamed to panic,"

   Second Aunt Ye continued: "Yes, how difficult it is for Xiuqing to be a woman to support the family! Only Xiuqing has a good temper, what other woman can bear the man at home like this?"

   Some clam-digging women around also echoed, "Dongzi is indeed too shameful. He has been married for so many years, and he is not a child anymore..."

   "It's time to talk about it, we can't let him keep doing this..."

  Ye Yaodong came back with a full load, and just followed the tide back to the beach, when he heard a group of women gossip about him, his face turned black with anger!

   These three aunts and six wives, they are the only ones who have a lot of things!

  His wife hasn't said anything yet, but they talk a lot!

   "What are you talking about? Where have I been, I haven't been here all the time!"

  Everyone turned to look at him in surprise, thinking that he ran away after a while, but unexpectedly he was still there, and those gossiping people suddenly became a little embarrassed.

   I didn't expect to speak ill of someone behind my back, and I was caught!

But there are some people who feel that they are right, and instead say confidently: "Dongzi, we said those things for your own good, a man should support his family, you have been doing nothing like this, do you still expect your parents to support your wife and children?" forever?"

Ye Yaodong looked at the speaker coldly, "Aunt Zhu Hua, are you worrying too much? Which eye did you see that I was doing nothing? Am I not working? Are you talking with your eyes closed? No wonder your family Poor! I will cure your eyes!"

  Anyway, he's used to being an asshole, so just go back!

"What nonsense, your eyes are the only ones, your family is poor, your family can't afford to build a house, you can't divide your family, you are a poor ghost, it's ashamed to say that my family is poor..." Aunt Zhu Hua quit and stood up , with one hand on his hip, pointing at him with a spatula in the other and yelling.

   Now it's Mother Ye's turn to get angry, "What do you mean, my son is your turn to scold me, why is my family so poor, does my family eat your rice? Your family is not poor, why are you here to scour the sea!"

   "Does this sea belong to your family? It's not for people to wash it."

   "It's not from my family, but it's from our village. You're from the village next door, so you're ashamed to say it! My son has been working hard in the sea, and it's your turn to make irresponsible remarks..."

  Ye Yaodong didn't speak after he just said a sentence, he just stood and watched, it's more appropriate to leave this scolding to his mother, it's a bit unseemly for him to be a big man scolding a woman.

  Anyway, half of the village is relatives, and his mother-in-law has never lost in momentum.

  There were so many people around, and after they had quarreled for a few words, the peacemaker came forward and told each of them not to say a word. It was not a big deal, it was just a few gossips.

   Someone was trying to smooth things over, the two glared at each other and stopped.

  Aunt Zhu Hua felt that it was pointless to stay any longer, since the tide was about to rise anyway, so she went home with her bucket.

  The atmosphere also eased down.

  (end of this chapter)

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