Not to mention, if it weren't for Liu Zhuangui who took him in at Yuelai Inn, he would have starved or frozen to death on the streets.,He gently pushed open the rickety wooden gate, made of pieces held together with twigs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a thin, wiry old man with sparse whiskers and wearing patched-up shorts, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He skillfully mended a tattered fishing net with a shuttle.,After a moment of pause, he shook his head with some regret: "Too bad I didn't find that iron box bigger than a carriage as you described. Perhaps it was too large and swept away by the currents..."。