Chapter 87: Selling Goods

Call A Qing to wake up and cover the truck bed with a plastic sheet.

Wu Ping opened the door.

Outside it was still windy and rainy, but it had become much lighter; people could already move about, and riding a vehicle was certainly no problem.

"Brother, sister-in-law, go home."

"I'll sell the goods and then go home right away."

"We'll settle the accounts later."

Wu Ping and Mei Yueqin nodded.

After the motorbike rode off, the two tidied up the old house a bit, thoroughly washing the floor with water; otherwise the stench would be terrible, and within a day the house would surely be crawling with flies and maggots.

Having finished, the two closed the door and walked home.

Mei Yueqin muttered, "I don't even know how much money we'll make."

Wu Ping chuckled and said, "Who knows? Working this half-night might earn more than my monthly salary."

Mei Yueqin thought for a moment and said, "If Second Son gives too much, you mustn't take it."

"I heard A Qing say he only takes one tenth."

"Just take the money based on that."

Wu Ping nodded and said, "That's the right principle."

"Brothers should settle accounts clearly."

"Actually I just wanted to tell you this, but I was afraid that if I asked for too little, you'd be unhappy."

Mei Yueqin rolled her eyes and said, "How virtuous."

Wu Ping happily gave a silly laugh.

"Marrying a virtuous wife—he has truly gotten such a wife in this lifetime; what more could a husband ask for?"

He and Wu Yingping can devote most of their energy to work because Mei Yueqin manages the household without complaint or regret.

Otherwise, if the household were in turmoil, they wouldn't have the energy to focus on work.

Before, there was Wu An, who was troublesome.

Now Wu An has instead become the household's mainstay; Wu Ping only feels that life is much easier these days.

Actually.

Even if Wu An didn't give them any money, they wouldn't say anything; Wu Yingwei doesn't get involved, and Wu An's many future major affairs will surely be handled by Mei Yueqin.

Building a new house, buying a car, getting married—each of these costs effort and money; if Wu An had more money, they would naturally be able to take less.

In short, since Wu An is still unmarried, he's still part of the family.

Only when Wu An later starts a family and establishes a career would saying 'brothers should settle accounts clearly' be appropriate.

Back home.

Mei Yueqin yawned and went to sleep.

She too hadn't slept since midnight, and had been on watch from morning until now—already over ten hours without sleep; although not extremely tired, she was quite drowsy.

Wu Ping looked around the house; the typhoon had passed, and they hadn't suffered any disaster—this typhoon wasn't terribly big nor terribly small; to them it was just so-so.

They were used to it.

He also lay down, embraced Mei Yueqin, and said, "You… do you think we should also have a child?"

Mei Yueqin said, "Is it something you can just have if you want?"

Wu Ping: "…"

When they were young they didn't cherish it; now that they're older, they can't have a child, and naturally the village has gossip.

Having kept putting it off without getting checked, Wu Ping gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll find time to go to the county for a check-up."

Mei Yueqin turned over, surprised, and asked, "Really?"

Wu Ping nodded slightly.

For a man, this is a difficult decision.

Mei Yueqin sat up: "Why don't we try again?"

Wu Ping grinned.

…

Wu An rode his motor tricycle out of the old house, needing to cross half the village to reach the main road; although he tried to avoid side roads where people might be more numerous, he still inevitably ran into many villagers heading out to gather seafood.

At this time it was still windy and rainy, and the waves by the sea were certainly not small.

But the villagers' desire to make money cannot be restrained.

As everyone knows, after a typhoon passes, seafood along the shore surges—this is the ocean's compensation for the losses caused by the typhoon.

"A An, what are you doing riding the vehicle?"

"You've even covered it with a plastic sheet—what are you hiding?"

"Your concealment is pretty conspicuous—what is it?"

"You two are going to town at this time instead of going to gather seafood?"

"I heard that sea snails by the shore can be scooped up with a scoop net, but if you go late there won't be any left."

Everyone chatted in a jumble of voices.

Wu An smiled and said, "Going to town to sell some grain."

"Don't touch it."

"If the grain gets wet in this wind and rain, will you compensate for it?"

"The wind and waves at the sea are not small; everyone, stay safe—I'll just not join the crowd."

"Let's go."

He didn't dare delay, pressed the accelerator to the floor, and quickly darted past the villagers.

The villagers didn't think much of it.

"Selling grain? This is another case of not learning properly?"

"You're listening to his nonsense."

"Exactly, selling grain at this time, there's definitely something fishy."

"Go, go, go, it's best these two don't go to the seaside; their luck is so good, they've snatched up all the good stuff."

They never expected that this whole truckload was green crabs.

A Qing sat in the vehicle, turned his head to watch the villagers walking toward the seaside, and said, "Brother, after we sell the goods and come back, let's also go gather seafood."

Wu An narrowed his eyes: "Don't rush, we'll go after selling the goods."

Luck Value: 88 (66)

System, you can be bolder.

He had a feeling that today's harvest would definitely be bigger than yesterday's.

Yesterday was a truckload of green crabs?

What will it be today?

With this typhoon passing through, what exactly has it brought?

He was quite curious.

But he wasn't in a hurry either; now the wind is strong and waves big, villagers dare not get too close, they can only stay near the beach, and there's nothing good near the beach.

We need to go to the reefs and tidal flats.

The reef side is too dangerous, the tidal flat side is surely hard to walk, most villagers won't go there, and even the few who do won't matter much.

Such a large area, with no one watching over it, the harvest will be very limited.

Waiting until after selling the goods to go back is not too late.

He told A Qing not to rush, and was also telling himself.

They arrived at the Mazu Temple.

Wu An saw from afar a truck parked by the roadside; A Qing shouted, he nodded, and hurried the motor tricycle over.

Before stopping, the truck's passenger door opened; A Jin walked over holding an umbrella, clamping it with his head, and handed out cigarettes from his hand.

The two of them took them.

A Jin pointed at the Mazu Temple and said, "Brother An, my boss is inside the temple offering incense."

"Or I could go find him."

Wu An nodded: "No rush, let's wait a bit."

One must not disturb the worship of the gods.

After waiting ten minutes, Gao Qiangqi finally came out of the temple; I don't know what he and Goddess Mazu talked about, but they managed to chat for so long.

Seeing Wu An had arrived, Gao Qiangqi ran over: "Sorry for keeping you waiting, sorry for the wait."

Wu An smiled: "I just arrived too."

"Let's first check the goods."

Gao Qiangqi pulled open the plastic sheet, took down a snake skin bag, opened it, pulled out a green crab, and happily said, "What a plump green crab."

"A An, you've really helped me a lot; I've just negotiated several channels and am in need of goods supply."

"A Jin, why are you just standing there? Open the truck door."

A Jin ran to open the door.

The trucks opened; inside sat two people, both ordinary helpers, who nodded as a greeting; the truck is an enclosed cabin that blocks wind and rain; a group of people stood inside smoking, watching the helpers transfer the green crabs into boxes.

Seeing this, Gao Qiangqi said: "Huh, already sorted?"

Wu An nodded: "Idle hands are idle hands; I did a simple sort, separating males and females, and also two size grades."

"Please arrange people to sort it more carefully."

Gao Qiangqi waved his hand: "No need to trouble further; old brother trusts you."

"I don't see any small-sized ones either."

"Between one and two catties, 150 per catty; over two catties, 180 per catty."

"Male crabs are 20 less per catty than female crabs."

"No butter crabs?"

Wu An shook his head.

Gao Qiangqi didn't say much more, quickly transferring the green crabs from the snake skin bag into the boxes; these helpers are veterans, and among them they found some green crabs already dead—not many, but about ten or so.

According to Gao Qiangqi's price, it would also be around a thousand or so.

A helper quietly told Gao Qiangqi, who said nothing, and had them put the boxes together on the scale to calculate the money.