The Fat Catfish was being secretive and enigmatic, partially showing itself while also partially hiding, a pure riddle of a fish.
It was hinting at one thing, and one thing only, it was preparing to steal something big.
Liang Qu wasn't sure if it really had something up its sleeve or if it was just as confused, taking wind for rain, and after pondering for a moment, he didn't go into details, allowing the Fat Catfish to exercise its subjective initiative and he urged his horse southward.
He wasn't in a hurry to go home.
Yesterday, after Cha Qing, Fan Zixuan, Yan Qingshan, and other River Lords heard of the return of the Heavenly God, they came to visit in succession, and today he planned to inspect various towns and villages.
One can't just never do any work.
As Dushui Lang with the Grand Enfeoffment, the Fishing Tax Office paid him a monthly salary of one hundred sixty-eight taels.
It was the perfect time to find a couple of people to run errands for him and buy presents.
