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.,Yang Ge was confused, but he still waited where he was told.,The old man stared and beckoned to him impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, come here quickly!"。