Peach and plum bloss

Liu Zhanggui's eyes followed the cart piled high with sacks of grain, watching Yang Ge stride away. He sighed inwardly, muttering to himself: 'The wages I paid this kid a few days ago must all be spent here...',He happened to sit next to a tattered fishing net.,Sensing the old man's gaze, Yang Ge also turned his head to glance at the tattered fishing net beside him.。