Chapter 459: Finding Work for He Feiyang

I just went by the village entrance, and Qian Shen saw me; she must have been deliberately waiting for me.

Hmm, you finished work quickly today, Aunt. Come in and sit, what do you need from me?

Qian Shen shuffled her steps as she came in, looking embarrassed,

Actually, there's nothing much; I just saw you've been busy lately and surely have no time to cook, so I happened to stew some dishes and brought you some.

Saying that, Qian Shen took out a bowl of stewed vegetables from the basket; Ye Cheng glanced at it—a pot of braised pork intestines, still hot.

Damn, as the saying goes, eating someone's food makes you short-mouthed.

Although I knew eating this would surely mean I'd have to do something, Ye Cheng still couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva—fragrant, really fragrant.

Knowing there's a trap, he still has to step in; Ye Cheng's expression right now is just that.

Aunt, why be so polite? Just tell me what you need.

Seeing Ye Cheng like that, Qian Shen's expression relaxed, then she sat up straight and looked at him solemnly as she said,

"A Cheng, you see Feiyang currently has nothing to do, and he keeps saying he wants to go out, but I'm not at ease letting him go out. Can you find him some work in the village? Or do you need people for going out to sea?"

Indeed it's about Feiyang; Qian Shen only had this little concern when she brought it up.

Given Qian Shen and Jiang Yunxiang's relationship, Ye Cheng should have arranged this long ago, but he always feels Feiyang is a bit flighty.

After last time he was detained, he improved a bit, but his temperament still lacks some tempering.

He pondered for a moment, then looked seriously at Qian Shen and said,

"Aunt, we're all our own people, so I'll speak frankly: for now I don't need anyone for going out to sea."

Hearing Ye Cheng say that, Qian Shen felt a bit disappointed; Ye Cheng has some businesses, but going out to sea is the most profitable, and Ye Cheng is also generous with his money.

Now hearing Ye Cheng say he doesn't need people for going out to sea, her son won't get the biggest piece of that cake.

"Let Feiyang first follow Duan Yong and them to raise crayfish—what do you think? I'll give him 1000 yuan a month to start."

1000 yuan a month—Ye Cheng's offer isn't much, and Qian Shen's face immediately fell.

Ye Cheng immediately explained,

"Aunt, there's not much going on with the crayfish yet—just feeding them, and the output hasn't risen. Let Feiyang get some experience, stay at home for now, and later I'll raise his wage, okay?"

Seeing Ye Cheng's sincerity, Qian Shen was a bit displeased but couldn't refute, after all she was the one asking him for a favor.

Besides, her son doesn't know anything about aquaculture.

Consider him an apprentice; giving him this much as an apprentice isn't bad.

Qian Shen squeezed out an ugly smile and then said,

"That works; I'll let Feiyang first go follow them to raise crayfish. However, Feiyang has been out before—he's seen the world—so later you must find him something good to do."

Qian Shen still felt unwilling.

"Aunt, rest assured; as long as Feiyang works hard, there will be plenty of work later—just worry he'll get tired."

"This kid, who fears being tired while making money? When the time comes, just feel free to give him work—we'll also keep an eye on him."

"Alright, let him work for now; I'll arrange things later."

Seeing Qian Shen off, Ye Cheng stopped worrying about other things, cooked the rice, and then started eating.

When young, you don't need to balance meat and vegetables—just meat! Meat! Meat!

A bowl of white rice, ladled with a spoonful of the braised pork intestines' broth—thick soup, red sauce, reddish appearance—that rice is delicious beyond measure.

The pork intestines are cooked soft and tender; Qian Shen must have spent a lot of time on them.

How pitiful are parents' hearts everywhere.

After finishing the meal, Ye Cheng added a few extra drops of dish soap to wash the bowls—no way around it, the pork intestines are oily.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, he lay on the bed, and Ye Cheng began thinking about what comes next.

Feiyang's matter is easy to handle; this afternoon just go tell Duan Yong and them.

The matter of the Zhu Family Four Brothers is a bit tricky.

Ancient saying goes: 'Porcelain doesn't clash with earthenware!'

Later generations also have a similar new term: the principle of the happy yielding.

I now have a boat and money; following those four ruffians would be more loss than gain.

But if I don't deal with them a little, I can't get past this hurdle in my heart.

Too arrogant.

If you say you're poor, just come ask me directly—I can give it.

But if you don't ask and just take it yourself, that's embarrassing.

Two methods:

One is to directly take them on; if a dozen people can't beat them, call two dozen, completely break faces, and duel.

However, Ye Cheng currently doesn't really like that approach.

Since the Chen Jinfa incident, he's actually found scheming behind people's backs quite interesting.

The Zhu Family Four Brothers are just a ferocious shark.

But no matter how fierce the shark, it still needs to take bait; if the hook is hidden well, when they bite down they'll surely have mouths full of blood.

Ye Cheng lay on the boat, and a path slowly emerged in his mind.

Around two in the afternoon, Ye Cheng went to Qian Shen's house and called Feiyang out.

"Feiyang, you first go to the crayfish farm to work; there's not much to do now, mainly feeding and monitoring, just to get some training." Ye Cheng introduced while walking.

Feiyang wore a listless look; earlier when Ye Cheng brought him out of the police station, he was still grateful to Ye Cheng and thought Ye Cheng was awesome.

But after being idle for a few days, he became a bit resentful again.

After all, Ye Cheng is younger than him, hasn't even left the fishing village, and his parents insist he follow Ye Cheng to work, so he's naturally not keen.

Besides, raising crayfish is just raising little crawlers—what's there to raise about it?

Even raising a pig isn't this strong.

Seeing He Feiyang like that, Ye Cheng also couldn't be bothered to persuade him; people like him just need to be tempered.

The two walked silently all the way to the small crayfish farming pond, where Duan Yong and Yuan Jiansheng were already waiting.

"Brother Cheng." The two shouted respectfully.

Ye Cheng waved his hand, then pointed at He Feiyang behind him and said,

"A Yong, Jiansheng, this is Feiyang; we're from the same village, so I won't introduce him further. From now on, let Feiyang follow you in handling the fishpond work—he's just getting started, so teach him more."

Having said that, Ye Cheng turned his head to look at He Feiyang,

"There are many details to fish farming; if you have anything you don't understand, just ask them."

He Feiyang lowered his head and gave a muffled reply, wearing a sour face.

Ye Cheng and the other two are all younger than him, yet now he has to listen to them, and He Feiyang felt resentful inside.

Duan Yong and Yuan Jiansheng also noticed this; they gave Ye Cheng a look, Ye Cheng let He Feiyang look around casually, then walked aside and started chatting with the two.

"Brother Cheng, I feel He Feiyang doesn't really want to be here either; if he's unwilling, he could just not do it." Duan Yong complained.

"Exactly, we found him a job, yet it feels like we owe him." Yuan Jiansheng also glanced over discontentedly.

They know the benefits of following Ye Cheng in work, yet this He Feiyang still looks down on it, putting on a face—what a damn idiot.

Thinking about having to work with such an idiot, both of them were quite displeased.