This wasn't entirely Old Liu's wild imagination.
After all, this was the middle of nowhere, and these weren't exactly peaceful times. A single woman in her thirties claiming she made a living solely by fishing—if it were you, you wouldn't believe it either!
Speaking of which.
Back when things were still peaceful, Old Liu had also been quite the lady-killer.
Besides.
Because the economy hadn't been doing well, the places he visited were rather low-class, and the quality was nothing to write home about. They were the sort where everything was laid out in plain sight: straight in with the opening move, a direct cannon shot, the horse leaping first, the elephant moving diagonally, and the pawn advancing right from the start.
The prices weren't high.
Small profits, quick turnover.
So he occasionally ran into some old men and the like.
Trembling.
Staggering.
Over eighty years old and leaning on a cane.
There were plenty of them!
Once, his uncle happened to come by for a major inspection and caught an old man, then notified his family to come and collect him. The old man didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest.
On the contrary.
Because he had spent money without getting the job done, he was so furious after returning home that he couldn't eat.
And then you knew.
Many people of the older generation had conservative ideas but wild behavior. Old men in their seventies being diagnosed with "no problem with the plum," or seeking "the nourishment of love," were all very common.
A genuine local specialty.
So Old Liu didn't doubt for a second whether Old Master Yang had such thoughts, or whether he had the ability to act on them.
"Damn it."
"I haven't left yet."
"You could at least wait until I was gone!"
"Old Master