For his household registration, Liu the shopkeeper certainly didn't spare any silver or favors...,He gently pushed open the rickety wooden gate, made of pieces held together with twigs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a thin, wiry old man with sparse whiskers and wearing patched-up shorts, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He skillfully mended a tattered fishing net with a shuttle.,Sensing the old man's gaze, Yang Ge also turned his head to glance at the tattered fishing net beside him.。