The young man, no more than twenty years old by the looks of him, looked up as he heard footsteps. He greeted Liu Zhangfu with a bright smile on his handsome face.,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.。