Yang Ge also gently shook his head, but did not say much more. He directly pushed out a unicycle from the corner of the front hall, bowed to Liu Zhuangguan, and went straight out.,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.,A mud king's watch, it can't even point the way home.。