In the evening, at dusk. The Bookworm's Pavilion (),Thinking about it, Yan Xiaosi had no choice but to often go to the pond a mile away from the village to catch fish and roast them for eating. So he ran out of the village.,Chen Dahui let out a cold snort and kicked the sodden Nian on the ground. "This bad omen is probably pretending to be dead, Erhe, Sanhe, keep beating him."。