Peach and plum bloss

He followed the riverbank, going downstream all the way to Bian River...,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.,Yang Ge looked at the old man with a puzzled expression, then lowered his head to look at this cloth bag.。