Early in the morning, Zhuang Zhiyuan and Zhuang Zhixi climbed up to the roof, looking quite miserable, and spread out a plastic tarp to dry salted fish.
These days, plastic tarps were not easy to come by. It was thanks to Zhuang Zhixi's acquaintance with Old Huang that he managed to find this one. Although it was second-hand, it was cleaned thoroughly and worked just fine. Such a thing was hard to find.
Indeed, it was a good item.
After the brothers finished drying the salted fish, they climbed down the ladder and stored it in the basement. The courtyard was quiet at this early hour, though there was some commotion in the back courtyard, while the front courtyard remained silent.
By the time the brothers started washing up, Wang Xiangxiu had already gotten up. The weather was getting warmer day by day. Yesterday had been overcast all day without rain, but this morning it was clear, and it was certain to be a hot day.
