"Half a month already, and you still can't figure out what disease it is?"
Next to the crab pond at Miyun Reservoir, Huang Tengchong cursed loudly into the phone, his voice so loud that the nearby crab-farming workers all stopped their activities.
The person in charge of supervising, formerly from Milk Feed Factory, scolded: "Get moving, get moving, don't just stand there like a block of wood, the boss is paying you to work, not to stand around like wooden logs."
In mid-July, each Hairy Crab in the Miyun Reservoir has grown to over two taels. In just another couple of months, they could be sold during the Gui Xiang moon-viewing season. Theoretically, my brother-in-law should be in high spirits, but his mood is even more unpredictable than the weather in June. Now, at great expense, he has hired dozens of people to catch Hairy Crabs, which aren't even in season yet, claiming he needs to transport them elsewhere.
