The rooster crows three times, and the sky is just beginning to lighten.,He followed the riverbank, going downstream all the way to Bian River...,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.。