When Liu, the shopkeeper, heard this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he angrily interrupted him: "Don't you go speaking up for that lazy good-for-nothing! If he had even a third of your eyesight, we would be burning incense for him. Yesterday, if it weren't for you bailing him out, who knows what kind of mess he would have caused It's just because his father and I are old acquaintances...",Yang Ge pushed his tricycle, following the flow of people out of the county.,He gently pushed open the rickety wooden gate, made of pieces held together with twigs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a thin, wiry old man with sparse whiskers and wearing patched-up shorts, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He skillfully mended a tattered fishing net with a shuttle.。