"Uncle Chen, are you ready?"
"Coming, coming."
In the courtyard, Chen Qingjiang finished arranging the fishing nets and followed Liang Qu to the wharf.
Chen Qingjiang hadn't forgotten what Liang Qu had said about taking him to a spot where fish gathered to catch fish, and had been waiting at home since yesterday without even stepping out the door.
"Uncle Chen, are you still going to the town to sell the fish after you catch them?"
"I did go the past couple of days, but it's getting colder and colder, and the fish are skinnier than I am without food, so I don't plan on going anymore. It's not worth it."
Liang Qu said, "Then don't go starting from today."
