In a corner of East Street, there's a fish market where, in addition to selling fish, various fishing gear is sold, including fishing nets.
Fang Zhixing asked about which shop had the best fishing nets and who was the craftsman behind them.
He discovered that there was an old man named Ye Liangbo, whose craftsmanship was unparalleled. His fishing nets were durable and never allowed any fish to slip through years after years.
Fang Zhixing obtained Ye Liangbo's address and went to visit him at his home.
Ye Liangbo lived in an alley not far from East Market in an ordinary residence, nothing remarkable.
From neighbors, he learned that Ye Liangbo's wife had passed away many years ago, and his son had moved elsewhere for business, settling down in another place and seldom coming back.
When Fang Zhixing arrived at his house, there was no one home.
He waited for most of the day, and then Ye Liangbo finally shuffled back from outside.
