Day Five
At 6:30 in the early morning, the sky was still a deep navy blue, with only a faint grayish-white light emerging from the distant horizon in the east.
Lin Yu'an had completed his routine check. The tripwire traps he had set along the coastline were still silent, leaving not even a single hair.
An empty-handed day, as expected, yet he was not discouraged.
In early November on the Labrador Coastline, land animal activity had greatly decreased, making the traps inefficient by nature.
His true granary lay within the turbulent tides of the sea.
Taking advantage of the golden window of the morning low tide, he made another trip to the bountiful rocky area.
This time, his goal was clear, and his actions more efficient, once again harvesting over eighty pounds of plump mussels.
He placed these heavy "black gold" into the natural holding pool he had transformed with his own hands.
