After securing the food, he went into the kitchen as if he knew it by heart and pulled out an old, rusty hand sickle. Ignoring the old man's repeated pleas of "Don't worry about it" and "Take a break first," he left in strides, pushing his tricycle.,The old man, however, was proud and grinned with a mouthful of sparse teeth, "Hee hee" laughed: "I've been worshiping the Dragon King for most of my life, so swimming down there feels like going home!",Sensing the old man's gaze, Yang Ge also turned his head to glance at the tattered fishing net beside him.。