Liu Zhanggui was furious, picking up a broom and hitting: "Let you eat, let you eat...",After turning several corners, the path became increasingly rugged, yet Yang Ge's footsteps grew lighter. The heavy tricycle felt as light and nimble in his hands as a wisp of incense.,Seeing the broken fishing net, the old man thought of something and softly asked Yang Ge on his back, "Boy, do you still want to die now"。