C361 Zhanshan River

0361 Town, Mountain and River

As usual, Old Man Yang set off with a stool, a teapot and his beloved fishing rod.

He sat by the artificial lake, fishing from morning until night. The sun had set and the moon was up. However, Old Man Yang still sat there, unmoving.

"Old Yang, are you still not leaving?"

A dark-faced old man wearing a cotton-padded jacket asked as he packed the fishing gear