Finally, with a heavy heart, he exclaimed, "Half a fish costs 800 yuan! Why can't I be so lucky?"
Feng Ye's thoughts were interrupted, and he said irritably, "Brother, don't be so ungrateful. Weren't we lucky enough yesterday?"
"Hehe, nobody has too much money."
"Alright, I won't argue with you anymore. I need to talk to Dad about something."
"What do you want with your father?"
Feng Xuan didn't go inside; he sat outside picking up goods, since he could still hear everything anyway.
Feng Ye ignored him and walked into the main room on his own.
"What do you want?"
Feng Jiaqing was smoking in the main room when he saw Feng Ye come in. He flicked the ash off his cigarette and casually asked, "What is it?"
Feng Ye walked over, took a cigarette from the pack on the table, lit it, and took a deep drag: "Dad, I feel like the weather is a bit off?"
After thinking it over, he decided to tell his father about the typhoon.
If he can persuade his father, then his father can talk to the village secretary and make a public announcement.
After all, a young man with no experience is unreliable.
Given his past reputation, almost no one believes what he says, but his father is different; his age is a factor.
If he can't even convince his own father, he might as well just go to sleep and let things take their course.
"There's nothing wrong with it. I think it's fine."
Feng Jiaqing looked outside in confusion, but didn't notice anything amiss.
"Dad, look at the weather this afternoon. One minute it's sunny, the next it's windy and cloudy. What kind of weather is this?"
Feng Ye considered the weather carefully before speaking.
Feng Jiaqing disagreed: "Isn't this just how the weather is at the seaside?"
Feng Ye was speechless.
His father was absolutely right; the weather by the sea is indeed unpredictable, especially on their remote White Stone Island.
One second the sky is clear and blue, the next second it could be pouring rain.
"Ah Ye, does this weather feel like the weather before a typhoon?"
Originally, I wanted Feng Jiaqing to make the connection himself, but unexpectedly, Feng Xuan, who was outside, thought of it first, so he nodded and said, "Yes, I feel it's quite similar."
Feng Jiaqing frowned and said, "It does look somewhat similar. What do you mean by that?"
"There are two possibilities: the first is that a new typhoon is coming, and the second is that the typhoon has returned."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jiaqing took a drag of his cigarette and pondered for a moment: "I've never seen or heard of two typhoons coming in succession, but I have heard your grandfather talk about typhoons returning after they've passed."
Upon hearing this, Feng Ye breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he had heard of it before, so he didn't have to rack his brains and waste his breath explaining it to him.
So he quickly suggested, "Since it's happened before, it could happen again. Dad, do you think we should talk to the village secretary and ask him to use the loudspeaker to warn people? On the way back, I saw a lot of fishing boats returning from the harbor. If it really is a typhoon, these fishing boats..."
Feng Ye didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was self-evident.
"It could indeed happen, but who would believe something that's just talk without proof?"
Feng Jiaqing took a few steps in the main room, somewhat hesitant.
Whether others believe it or not is their business; we just need to have a clear conscience.
Feng Ye pursed his lips.
He asked for his own death, so who can he blame?
“That’s right, Dad. Why don’t you ask the village secretary to make an announcement? Even if A-Ye guesses wrong, it’ll only be a one-day delay, but if he does, it could save a lot of lives.”
Feng Xuan chimed in to support him.
"Alright, I'll go find the village secretary."
Feng Jiaqing threw away his cigarette butt and finally made up his mind.
Ten minutes later, the loudspeakers in the village and at the dock started broadcasting at the same time.
As for how effective it will be, who knows?
Do your best and leave the rest to fate!
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