The next day, at the fish market, inside a small tavern.
"Yo, Old Xu, still not dead yet?"
"Your body is still so robust!"
"Here to drink again today, did you catch a soft-shelled turtle?"
"Why can't we ever catch one? All we get are stinking fish and rotten shrimp, bad luck!"
"You don't understand, you can't catch turtles with nets, you must fish for them!"
"Old Xu has lived so many years, he may not have many skills, but fishing for turtles is his unmatched specialty."
"Master Xu, it would be great if you could pass this skill to me. I'd recognize you as my godfather and take care of you in your old age."
"In your dreams..."
Xu Yang, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, was tucked away in a corner, minding his own business, eating and drinking, ignoring the other patrons' jokes and laughter, quietly enjoying this rare leisure time.