At this moment, several cargo ships are sailing upstream on the Bian River. The shouts of the boatmen pulling the boats along the riverbanks are loud and magnificent, attracting many passersby to stop and watch.,After turning several corners, the path became increasingly rugged, yet Yang Ge's footsteps grew lighter. The heavy tricycle felt as light and nimble in his hands as a wisp of incense.,A thick gold chain, weighing at least a couple of ounces, exuded an air of social status. In the center of the chain hung a Buddha pendant.。