Aaron, clad in a straw raincoat and carrying a bamboo basket full of live fish, docked his boat at a berth and got onto the pier.
A minor official in blue uniform immediately approached him, and smelling the fishy odor emanating from Aaron, grimaced, "Docking fee is three coins a day!"
Aaron honestly paid up. If he did not dock at the pier, he could dock in the surrounding water bay. However, it was not secure, and the minor official frequently patrolled the area. Any disorderly parked ship would be towed away or even directly burned!
How else would they say, the people's hearts are like iron and the administration like a furnace?
For the common people without influence eaning to sail on the lake, minding their own business, enjoying a carefree life, it was simply too difficult, too difficult!
The fish market was right next to the pier. At this time, it wasn't dawn yet. Aaron carried his bamboo basket to a vacant spot, squatted down, and started setting up his stall.