Chapter 142
Twentieth day.
It was supposed to be an ordinary day, sunny but cold, when suddenly a gust of icy wind came up, spreading thick red clouds across the sky, disturbing Fang Boshan's plan to go out to sea.
"Master, it seems it's going to snow today. Are we still going to sea?" one of his men asked.
"Go, why not! This is my only hobby, so why can't I indulge?"
The man cursed under his breath. The City Lord indeed had a hobby for fishing and would go out to sea once or twice a month. But his idea of fishing involved him being escorted by fifty to sixty soldiers, being carried in a palanquin to the dock, seated comfortably in the cabin wrapped in fine fur robes, only symbolically pulling up the net when it was time, and then looking at the fully-loaded fishing boat and commenting, "Hey, I've caught a lot of fish today."
