That was a few days ago——

In the reed marsh next to the Yongliu River, the old man standing on the bow of the boat called to a few young men on the pier who were pulling nets and catching fish.

"Boy, you can't touch these fish, they all eat dead people."

Several young men with tanned skin looked up and saw the old man on the boat saying with a smile.

"What joke are you talking about, old man? Why can't you eat the fish of a dead man?"

"that is!"

"Everything flying in the sky, running on the ground, and falling into the water are all fish. The fatter they eat, the better they can be sold!"

Looking at these ungrateful youngsters, the old man shook his head and sighed.

"You also know that everything flying in the sky and running on the ground end up in the water, so do you know what they ate before they fell in."

Several young men looked at each other, speechless.

In the end, it was the young man who pulled the net who didn't know what the world was up to and answered mischievously.

"I don't care what the snakes, rats, insects, and birds eat. We collect the fish to exchange for money and don't end up in our own stomachs! If the other fish collectors don't talk, what can you say!"

The other boys came back to their senses upon hearing this and shouted in agreement.

"that is!"

"Isn't this also a fishing boat? Have you never fished before?"

"The old man is not a good guy. He is probably worried that we will ruin his business!"

Why……

The old man shook his head, said nothing more, and swung away on the long bamboo pole.

It is true that he makes a living by fishing, and he raised some ducks before, but that was all last year.

At the beginning of the new year, the ducks he raised in the river were poisoned to death by something in the water. The fishmonger he often cooperated with stopped collecting fish from the Yongliu River and switched to a seafood business.

Everyone is doing business in the neighborhood, and they usually look up but not down. No matter how unscrupulous a person is, they would not dare to make such unconscionable money.

But having said that, it seems that the new fishmongers who have arrived recently are no longer selective. They accept all kinds of fish, but the price they give will be lower. It is said that they only deal with tourists.

No matter what kind of business they do, the old man can't exchange things that can kill people for money.

Unlike those young men, he lived one day at a time, and he might go to see the Silver Moon Goddess one day. There was no need to sacrifice his moral character for a small amount of money.

Besides, he is not short of money either.

As early as when Wu Tuo was still alive, he had three ancestral houses rented out.

As for why it is still floating on the reed marsh, firstly, it is because he has no time to relax, and secondly, the city hall gave him a new job, asking him to clean up the "dirty things" in the reed marsh.

This work can only be done by experienced fishermen.

When he encountered a person floating on the water, he would poke him twice and rescue him if there was still movement.

if there is not……

Of course I still fish it out.

I remember that a few days ago, a researcher from the alliance came over, took a scoop of water from the Yongliu River in a small cup, pointed at it and shook it, and then shook his head.

From that day on, he knew that this river was completely ruined...

The sunset is setting.

After wandering in the reeds for a day, he was about to call it a day and return home when he saw a sudden flutter deep in the reeds, like a wild duck suddenly awakening.

Of course there were no wild ducks on this part of the river, so the old man quickly turned back with a bamboo pole, and sure enough he saw a person flapping in the river.

I don't know if his feet were entangled in reeds or something else, but the pale man who was soaked in river water struggled for a while.

"Grab it!"

The old man handed over the bamboo pole in his hand. After the man caught it, he finally calmed down and stopped struggling wildly.

When the man had no strength left, the old man moved closer and rescued the 40-year-old man onto the fishing boat.

He took a blanket from the cabin and handed it to the soaked man.

"Put it on, it's windy and cold."

The man tremblingly took the blanket, his face full of fear, like a frightened rat, the kind that ran out of a trench and was hit by a machine gun.

His body was covered with bruises, but luckily they were all cut by grass and there were no gunshot wounds.

It can be considered a lucky one.

The old man has seen too many swollen corpses these days. They were not completely drowned, but simply soaked in the river water.

The man was trembling and said in a stuttering voice.

"Don't, don't kill me..."

"Don't worry, no one will kill you here."

The old man smiled reassuringly, patted the man's shoulder gently, and handed him his thermos bottle, indicating that he could drink a little if he didn't mind.

Of course the man would not dislike him, but he was worried that the old man would dislike him. After thanking him for a long time, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank the hot water.

The old man lit the heater and placed it at his feet. Then he leaned on the shore with a bamboo pole and chatted.

"What do friends do?"

"Fishermen..."

Oh, fellow travelers.

No wonder you can swim here.

But looking at the rush, my wife and children are probably left behind...

The old man said with a smile.

"It's good if you know how to fish. Once you get to the shore, you can tell me the person who registered you. They will arrange for you to go to the dock to find a job. There are many fishing boats there, although it is not the same as fishing in the river.

, but you’ll get used to it once you’re familiar with it.”

The man nodded and just said thank you and said nothing else.

The fishing boat rode the sunset and docked at the pier. The children who had previously fished had returned with their loads and were pushing the trolley towards the market.

Looking at the bustling market in the distance, the man wrapped in a blanket suddenly cried uncontrollably.

The old man knelt down, patted his shoulder and said comfortingly.

"Okay, okay, we're about to go ashore, why are you crying?"

It seemed that he was thinking of the other people who died on the road, but he couldn't stop crying. The man choked and said.

"I only hate that God has no eyes, and misfortune always rushes to the poor."

When the old man saw him, he smiled and said.

"Could God have no eyes to let you get here? Just be content."

The man was still unwilling and said with hatred.

"But I don't understand why I have been kind throughout my life and have never done anything bad, but I have not been spared any suffering in the world."

The old man shook his head.

"Be kind all your life... Haha, what is kindness? If you don't steal, rob, lie, be honest, you are called kindness? Then I saw that the fish in the river are quite kind, the birds in the sky are even more kind, and the snakes in the grass

and insects, that is both good and good.”

The middle-aged man's face turned red.

"That can't be said. How can humans, snakes, rats, insects, and birds be the same?"

"Yes, how can you set the same standards for kindness as snakes, rats, insects, and birds?" The old man said with a smile, "You are not young at all, how come you are still so confused in your life, and you regard being kind as a kind person.

"

The man looked at him blankly.

"Then...what is kindness?"

The old man thought for a while and didn't know how to answer. He just sighed softly.

"Probably... people who really want to go to hell think you are a fool."

God does not have eyes.

There is no retribution.

And it came earlier than expected...

The man lowered his head and thought for a long time. Then he suddenly looked up at the old man, his Adam's apple moved and said.

"Is there any way... to avoid going to hell?"

The old man was stunned for a moment and said with a smile.

"This...how did I know."

Looking at the lost man, the old man was silent for a while, then sighed and said.

"There is a church with a crescent moon hanging on the shore. There are many cats basking in the sun near the church... Go find a priest named Melgio, he may know."

…

Tiandu.

There is a hint of solemnity hidden in the jubilant atmosphere.
To be continued...