Chen Cheng found it strange as well. Earlier, the old fisherman had looked as though he wanted him to hurry up and ask his questions, then leave. Why was he calling him back now?
Could it be that a few silver coins had not been enough for the old fisherman?
Of course, that was only a passing thought for Chen Cheng. Perhaps the old fisherman truly had some difficulty. He had not dared mention it before, but after seeing that Chen Cheng had no airs about him and had even given him money, he had finally worked up the courage to call out.
But Chen Cheng did not have much time to waste here. If it was not something important, then he could only apologize.
The fisherman's little boat drew alongside, and the little brat whose backside had been smacked earlier was no longer crying.
He still clutched the tiny fishing fork his grandfather had made for him in his small hand, standing before his grandfather like a tiny guard.
The old fisherman came to the bow and cupped his hands in salute toward Chen Cheng. Chen Cheng glanced at him, then lowered a wooden plank from the deck.
"Old sir, come aboard and speak."
Chen Cheng was not used to speaking down from above to an old man who looked old enough to be his grandfather, so he invited the fisherman aboard instead.
"Thank you, my lord."
The old fisherman had already prepared himself to shamelessly cling on, so naturally he would not refuse the chance to board.
Shamelessly clinging on might have been a derogatory phrase for those dressed in splendor, but for the old fisherman, if he could shamelessly win his little grandson an opportunity, then it was worth it.
Chen Cheng invited the old fisherman to