"The ocean is so vast, there's nowhere you can't fish, so changing to a different area isn't a big deal."
"Yes, safety first, let's find another place."
"that is……"
Several women were trying to persuade him.
They didn't understand why they were so insistent on fishing there.
For them, it doesn't matter where they fish, there's no difference.
“You don’t understand. The fish population in that area is exceptionally high, and we’ve already figured out their activity patterns. If we move to a different location, we’ll have to start all over again, which would be a huge loss for us.”
Feng Ye made up a reason and firmly shook his head.
Ah-chan nodded in agreement, saying, "Brother Ye is right, we can't give up there."
He went to sea with Feng Ye, so he knew the situation all too well.
He actually had some suspicions that Feng Ye might have some secret, but he wisely didn't ask and kept pretending to be clueless.
"Alright, we'll be careful, you don't need to worry too much."
After Feng Ye finished speaking, he pointed to the basket placed to the side and said, "Go and cook these red shrimp quickly."
The women were still somewhat worried, but there was nothing they could do; they knew they couldn't persuade them otherwise.
Besides, even if Feng Ye and A-Can verbally agreed, they had no idea where they went after they went out to sea.
Therefore, they stopped trying to persuade them and just told them to be careful before continuing with their own busy work.
Feng Ye and A-Can readily agreed.
...
More than half an hour later, Feng Jialing returned.
With him came a snakeskin bag containing what appeared to be a gun.
Feng Ye thought to himself, "It really is this thing."
In the ocean, the only thing you can truly use for self-defense is a gun.
However, Feng Ye was shocked when Feng Jialing took it out of the snakeskin bag.
He never expected that Feng Jialing would find such a powerful weapon.
With this thing, why would we need to fear those bandits from Longtail Island?
One burst of bullets, and all living beings are equal, all are doomed.
It wasn't the hunting rifle he had envisioned, nor was it an ordinary gun; it was a submachine gun.
Judging by its appearance, he recognized it as a Thompson submachine gun, which is often seen in movies and TV shows.
But he didn't recognize the specific model number.
There are far too many models of Thompson submachine guns, and since he's not a military enthusiast, he's naturally not familiar with them.
The Thompson submachine gun was polished to a shine and was clearly well-maintained.
"Dad, where did you get this?"
Ah-chan was both curious and surprised.
Feng Jialing laughed and said, "To your fourth grandfather."
"My fourth grandfather actually had a submachine gun."
Ah-chan said with great surprise, "He hid it so well, I had no idea."
Feng Ye was also quite surprised.
A-Can's great-uncle was named Feng Baolin. He was an old revolutionary who participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan and the War of Liberation.
After returning, he served as the militia company commander of their village until he grew old and stepped down to make way for a more capable person.
He knew that this grandfatherly man had a hunting rifle and a pistol.
But to my surprise, there was a Thompson submachine gun hidden there.
I doubt many people know about this.
Sure enough, Feng Jialing said, "I don't know either. He has never told anyone."
"I originally only thought of lending you his hunting rifle, but I didn't expect that after he heard it was to defend against the bandits on Long Tail Island, he brought this guy out."
"That's great! With this gun, we don't have to be afraid of those bandit bastards anymore, and we can go out to sea with peace of mind."
Ah-chan was overjoyed and took the gun, stroking it excitedly.
Feng Jialing instructed, "The guns are here, but you must remember not to show them to others unless absolutely necessary, and never use them lightly."
"This thing is too noisy. If others find out about it, it will probably cause unnecessary trouble."
Feng Ye nodded and said earnestly, "Uncle Ling, we understand and will use it carefully."
These days, owning a gun is illegal, but it doesn't constitute a crime.
Moreover, while the number of firearms owned by civilians is large, it is mostly limited to hunting rifles; standard firearms are very rare.
If the authorities find out about this kind of submachine gun, it's hard to say what the outcome will be.
"Yes, we won't use it lightly."
Ah-chan chimed in.
Feng Jialing continued, "However, if you really encounter any danger, don't hesitate; saving your life is the most important thing."
"Understood, Uncle Ling (Father)."
Feng Ye and A-Can nodded repeatedly.
When Feng Jiaqing and the others saw that Feng Jialing had borrowed such a powerful weapon, they were all completely relieved.
...
On the second day at sea, they all appeared confident and fearless.
The sea breeze howled, and the waves crashed against the hull. Sailing through the darkness, the ship made its way towards that familiar sea.
After sailing for a while and when the lights of the fishing boats were no longer visible, Feng Ye took the Thompson submachine gun out of the snakeskin bag.
He was somewhat familiar with shotguns, having hunted seabirds when he was a teenager, but submachine guns were completely foreign to him.
I need to familiarize myself with this gun first, so I don't have to cram at the last minute when I actually encounter a situation.
He awkwardly studied the function of each component and finally removed the magazine.
The magazine was already loaded with bullets.
He counted them; there were exactly thirty.
He reloaded the magazine, took a deep breath, released the safety, and pulled the trigger at the empty, deserted sea.
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