This was the only thing Yang Ge had ever asked him for help with in the six months he had been staying at the inn, and he truly couldn't refuse.,After leaving the county, he followed the relatively flat horse path southeast. After a while, he could see from afar a wide river that resembled a jade belt.,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.。