Three men rolled up their trousers and stepped into the riverbed.
Lifting any stone, they found several crabs underneath, small but novel and amusing to them.
All the caught crabs were placed in a little bucket, and Chi Zaozao made a racket, "Eh, Brother Shichu is so awesome, catching three at once."
"The senior is amazing too, catching one as well."
"Que, you're the only one left who hasn't caught any. Come on, don't let me down."
Ye Que stood below, feeling the urge to throw a stone at Chi Zaozao.
He had been searching diligently, and it was frustrating that he couldn't find any.
At home, he was the boss, the Emperor, where no one would dare contradict his word. But here, damn, he was nothing.
Finally spotting one, he got pinched by the crab's pincers while trying to catch it.
