After finishing all the work that needed doing, Ye Yaodong sniffed his fishy hands and shook them in disgust. Even washing them with fresh water did no good.
Father Ye took a cloth and wiped his hands. "Let's haul in the fishing pots. It should be light in a little while. We'll get there just in time."
"All right, I'll steer."
The squid season was nearing its end. To guard against those people coming back for revenge, they planned to collect the fishing pots today, then come back around noon to collect the squid eggs too. They couldn't let those go to waste.
In the evening, they would check how the squid fishing was going and decide whether to stay here tomorrow or fish somewhere else.
If they could still catch a hundred or two hundred jin, they would stay here another day.
After all, they had been fishing these waters for months and knew them well. If they went elsewhere, there was no telling what unexpected trouble they might run into.
Out on the lawless sea, fishing in familiar waters was naturally best.
Still, he couldn't take that chance. His boat was so well equipped now, with plenty of valuable things aboard. Lying low was only sensible.
They would leave this area for now and return in ten days or a fortnight.
That father and his two sons from Haiqing Village couldn't possibly get a whole crowd to follow them around every day. Once or twice, people might come along to help them recover some face, out of consideration for being fellow villagers and clansmen.
But repeatedly? How could that happen? Those people had fishing or work of their own to do and money to earn. Who had nothing better to do than follow them around seeking revenge every