Yaya couldn't help but laugh, "What's there to be afraid of? Could sister possibly harm me? As long as it's edible, I definitely won't let it go. If they don't eat it, we will, and maybe we could even sell it later!"
"You little money-grubber, always thinking about making money. But that's not wrong. By the way, do we have any tools for drying? After washing the seaweed, I need to spread it out."
"We do. I made a lot of racks from sorghum stalks before. Just wait, I'll set them up for you. In a bit, you can lay them out directly."
Every household in the fishing village needed to dry things, so these kinds of tools were quite plentiful.
Soon enough, Yaya had filled the large bed with racks that were squarely laid out.
Xiao Yu cleaned the seaweed properly, removing the excess water, and arranged them neatly on the bed. It filled a whole large bed and there was still some left over, so she ended up setting up an additional rack outside to finish processing everything.
