Old Yang told them to eat first, and he went to find someone.
"Uncle, I'm going to eat; I'll bring you something back."
Yang Minggang wasn't hungry at all. But he didn't refuse, as his mind was filled with thoughts of fish and money.
When Su Yuanyuan returned, she saw the yard crowded with people. Selling the fish by piece was convenient for everyone. Yang Minggang was in charge of collecting the money.
"Uncle, you go eat; I'll handle the money."
Yang Minggang was worried, so he sat nearby, eating the brought-back fried dough and tofu pudding.
All the fish were sold within two hours. Given how big they were, you wouldn't usually see fish like this. Even though it was a bit expensive, many people still bought them.
"Girl, you didn't save any for me."
"Uncle Yang, I'll bring some for you next time I come."
"Can you catch more fish?"
Su Yuanyuan shook her head. "Who knows, but we'll give it a try in a few days."
