As Lin Xiuqing walked, she asked him again how he went to the city to write an application report, apply for a visit to the research institute, and apply for species suitable for local breeding.

Ye Yaodong was worried about how to write the application report, and her words directly solved his worries.

He immediately told her the matter, and then held her hand happily, "Honey, I'll leave this matter to you. You write it out tonight, and I'll go to the city to hand it in tomorrow."

"Ah? What?"

"Well, it's settled, I'll leave the matter to you."

Lin Xiuqing was surprised and tried to break away from her hand, but was held tightly, and was shocked again when he put it to her mouth and kissed her.

"What are you doing? How can I write it?"

"Why can't I write it? Isn't it quite simple? I haven't always told you, and you know it clearly. You just need to express things better, have clear logic, and put it in writing."

"You know so well and are so good at it, why don't you write it yourself?"

"I don't know how. I can only talk but can't do it. You can organize the sentences and try to write them."

"How to write it?"

"Don't you know what I've been saying all the time these past two days? Oh, I'm exhausted. Go back to eat quickly and think about it."

Lin Xiuqing looked at the empty hand that was thrown away and stared at the back in front of her. She was a little annoyed. She listened for a few times and didn't know anything else. How should she write it?

She trotted to catch up, "Can't you write it yourself?"

"My handwriting is not good-looking, and I don't know how to write it. Please write it for me. It's not very formal anyway. I'll hand it over to my godfather first. If I submit it, I'll definitely need to polish it a little more clearly."

"Or do you want me to write it?"

"Okay, then you organize the language and I'll tell you to write it."

"Okay. You should quickly practice your handwriting. You can't ask me to write everything in the future, right? You have to go to party school every now and then. Once you practice your handwriting, you will definitely write political reports frequently."

"I got it. I'll write it with you later. I'll practice calligraphy while you write the application report. By the way, I'll tell you what to write in the report."

"That's pretty much it."

The couple was a little overwhelmed by the application report. After all, it was their first time writing it and they didn't know how to write it at the beginning.

While Ye Yaodong was eating, Lin Xiuqing had already laid out the pens and papers, and then looked at the blank notebook blankly.

"What should I write at the beginning, hello, leader?"

Ye Yaodong hesitated, "Either respected leader, how are you?"

"Okay, what next."

"I'm going to eat. You write yours first. After I'm done, I'll see if there's anything I want to add. Then we can revise it."

Lin Xiuqing looked at the white paper with a headache and could only improvise on the spot. Fortunately, she had gone to school for a few days and had written a short composition.

"It's really troublesome. Why don't you just ask the leaders to write it? You just went and said it anyway."

"You're stupid. I proposed it, and then I submitted the application report. If the superiors approve the visit and research, and then apply for breeding, there will be a bumper harvest in the end. Just like kelp, it will bring benefits to all farmers.

, Promoting the city’s economic development, isn’t this a great achievement? Then don’t I, President Ye of the Fisheries Association, live up to my name?”

Lin Xiuqing was stunned for a moment after hearing what he said, and felt that it made sense. She stopped being verbose and immediately became serious.

This is related to her husband's reputation and achievements.

After dinner, Ye Yaodong also took a pen and paper and started practicing calligraphy. The couple sat in the main room writing by light, and were shocked by the three brothers and sisters who ran back to the house to drink water.

The three of them ran into the house one after another, then stopped and stood in a row.

"What are you doing? Brother?"

"elder brother?"

Ye Chenghu walked over curiously, "Mom and dad, what are you writing?"

"Go aside and don't make any noise."

"Don't bother, go aside..."

Ye Chenghu pursed his lips and said, "So fierce!"

How to write about Lin Xiuqing's troubles? Three little ones stood in a row next to them, from big to small, staring at them with their heads stretched out, but they couldn't drive them away.

She grabbed Ye Chenghu and said, "If you don't want to leave, then you can stay and write another page of big words for me."

"What!"

Ye Chenghu was frightened and turned around to run away, but his clothes were caught.

"It's too late, do you dare to try running?"

He could only stand there with a grimace on his face, waiting for Lin Xiuqing to get him a calligraphy book and pen.

Ye Chengyang turned around and ran away.

Ye Xiaoxi stood on tiptoes and reached the edge of the table with both hands. He looked at Ye Chengyang who had already run away. He hesitated but didn't run away. He tilted his head and looked at Ye Chenghu's wrinkled face.

"Brother, are you going to cry?"

"none of your business."

"Brother, don't cry."

"I didn't cry."

"But you're about to cry."

"I'm not crying." He shouted louder.

Ye Xiaoxi shrank his neck in fear and whispered: "Then if you don't cry, is it because you love doing homework?"

"You're so annoying."

"You're so annoying."

Lin Xiuqing put the pen and paper on the table and urged, "Gonggong, write a whole page for me before you leave, or else you go to the corner and stand in the corner for me until I go to bed and then go upstairs."

Ye Chenghu struggled with the pen for a while, weighed the pros and cons, and decided that he should finish writing quickly and run out to play for a while, otherwise he would really have to stand until he fell asleep, which would be too miserable.

A family of three sat on three sides of the round table, and there was also Ye Xiaoxi. He watched them curiously the whole time while they were writing. After a while, he moved to another seat and kept asking questions.

"Brother, you write so slowly..."

"Mom, what did you write? There are so many words..."

"Dad, why do you still need to write?"

"Dad, do you want to go to school too?"

"Brother, do you want an eraser?"

"Mom, you are so powerful...there are so many words...the more words you have, the more powerful you are."

The three of them were annoyed by her taking turns, and they all wanted to slap her head on the table, but they couldn't drive her away.

Ye Yaodong looked at the little head next to him with a headache. Her chin was still resting on the table. As soon as she opened her mouth, he was worried that her chin would be worn out.

Later, he still gave her 5 cents and asked her to go out to find Ye Chengyang, and asked Ye Chengyang to take her to buy something to eat. Then he ran out happily, and the room became quiet.

Ye Chenghu listened to them all going to buy something to eat. After writing a quick and perfunctory note, he threw away the pen and ran out immediately.

The two couples didn't bother to care about him at this time.

Lin Xiuqing thought about it while writing, and even scribbled and corrected it. Instead, she was the last one to finish it, and then showed it to Ye Yaodong.

Ye Yaodong looked at everything that seemed to be written on the list. The suggestions were written with both nose and eyes. He also wrote about the harvest of kelp in the village. It was clear and logical, and the main point was well-founded.

He said happily: "Okay, it's very well written. That's it. Just copy it again. Don't make any alterations."

"Then you can copy it. It's all written for you anyway."

"You write it."

"Is it your job or mine? It's all written for you, you just need to copy it."

"Oh well."

Ye Yaodong sighed, took the order bitterly, and continued to work hard.

Forget about doing the work, I didn’t expect that he would also need to do the writing.

Fortunately, his handwriting has improved a bit during this period, and he can at least be seen by others.

After copying the list, he was so tired that he went straight into the house to sleep.

He still had the job of counting money, but he left it to Lin Xiuqing. This was also a big project. He was tired of counting now and didn't want to count at all. As long as Ah Qing finished counting, he would report the number to him.

Early the next morning, Ye Yaodong took Chen Shi out to sea to fish with long lines.

After a whole day of fishing, the harvest was average, with only a 40% chance of catching fish. A small number of them bit the hook and ran away. Some could not be pulled out, and some hooks were gone. He thought to himself that he probably ran away.

They are all so big that the fishhook cannot catch them.

However, this delivery is too poor, not comparable to last year.

When all the longlines were harvested, he estimated that they would only be about six to seven hundred kilograms. The goods ranged from large to small, and there were all kinds of fish. There was also a better blue grouper, and a two-kilogram giant squid was caught.
To be continued...