Zhang Mingtu just smiled, but watched the stocky man, busy and busy, fish out a rough porcelain bowl from nowhere, simply washed it in the river, and drank the white fish soup stewed in the bowl.

, handed it straight to Zhang Mingtu’s eyes.

"Drink some soup to warm yourself up."

"Thank you."

"Oh, thank you for nothing. It's just a mouthful of worthless fish soup, something that even rich people look down upon."

Zhang Mingtu didn't answer, but took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it to the short, stocky, handsome man.

"What are you doing?"

"A little medicine for bruises."

The short and stocky man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't refuse. He grabbed it with one hand and said, "You scholar, you are quite interesting!"

Amidst the patter of rain, the short and sturdy man's cousin was lying in the boat, humming from time to time. It was because his cousin's hands and feet were a little rough and his wounds were painful.

"Stop howling, stop howling. You are so brave to bring me fish in front of Mr. Tiger. I would have thrown you into the river even if I didn't beat you to death."

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After saying this, the stocky man paused again and glanced at Zhang Mingtu carefully.

Seeing Zhang Mingtu just blowing on the fish soup in a low voice, he felt relieved.

He poured a bowl of fish soup for his cousin, added a piece of meat from the bottom of the fish's face and a large piece of meat from its belly, and then put half of the stewed fish head that was already a bit rotten into his cousin's bowl.

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Only then did he serve himself a bowl of fish soup, move a folding stool from the corner, and sip the fish soup.

"Phew, feel good!"

Zhang Mingtu also imitated him, taking a deep breath and sighing in admiration.

The fish was not fried, it was simply disemboweled and then boiled in water. However, the color of the soup was still thick and white, with only a slight yellow tint on the surface.

It's very fresh and doesn't have the usual fishy smell of fish.

It can be said to be quite good.

"Why did you come up the river?"

The short and stocky man was very talkative and good at chatting.

"It is a beautiful thing to go boating on the blue waves and enjoy the scene of hundreds of boats competing against each other."

"Hey, you scholars are very polite in your speech. Your accent doesn't sound like you are from Fuzhou. Are you from out of town?"

"It was originally a study tour on the Jiangnan West Road. I read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles."

"Oh, you are really rich. They say poor scholars, poor scholars. How can this scholar be so poor? In my life, let alone Fuzhou, I have never even been out of this small county."

"If you want to leave, you can try."

"Just try it, I have to leave. My wife and children are suffering from the northwest wind, and my father is not in good health. Fortunately, he is not sick. If he is, I will be in serious trouble."

"Don't you usually save some money?"

The short and stocky man did not stop talking.

"Save it, save it! Let's not talk about the far ones, let's talk about this fish. Every now and then, we can always catch saury fish that has been prepared for one tael of silver per pound. We can also occasionally catch a few fish, and when we are close to the seaside, we can always catch them.

There are rare things that can be fished out of the sea, and the most precious ones are said to be worth five or six taels of silver per pound.

"Oh, but, poor people like us don't deserve to see such expensive things. The Pier Fish Gang buys them all at once, and the most expensive things don't cost more than half a penny. To save money, use your head to save money.

"With this little money, my daily life is tight. If I have a headache, it's not enough."

The short and stocky man couldn't stop talking when he talked about this. When paired with the cousin next to him who was still moaning, the scene was full of emotion.

"No one cares?"

"Who cares? You care? Don't tease me. You are just wandering around here in a broken boat. You are not from a rich family. You will definitely not win the literary examination. You are not from a poor family.

"Looking at your body, you can't even do martial arts. In the future, the best you can do is to be a master. I don't care, can you handle it?"

"The most interesting thing is Mr. Tiger's cub. He has been eating delicious food and drinking spicy food since he was a child, and he has been taught by martial arts masters who wash marrow and exchange blood. We, huh, are born in poverty, and we are not born with that kind of talent."
Chapter completed!