Liu Zhanggui, with a pleased expression, helped Yang Ge up and patted his shoulder, saying with a smile: "People who have read books really know how to speak eloquently. Unlike Wang Dali, that rough fellow, who only knows how to say 'You are just like my father!'”,He followed the riverbank, going downstream all the way to Bian River...,Sensing the old man's gaze, Yang Ge also turned his head to glance at the tattered fishing net beside him.。