On the road outside, Little Fuzi and Hua Zi were playing with an iron toad, and greeted Zhou Xuan when they saw him.
"Brother Zhou."
"Young master, are you heading out?" Little Fuzi also asked.
"Oh, I'm going to see Lao Yun and learn how he's so good at fishing. I want to learn a trick or two."
"Are you coming back for lunch?"
"You guys go ahead with lunch."
Zhou Xuan waved his hand and then flagged down a rickshaw.
"Mr., where to?" The rickshaw driver asked while enthusiastically handing Zhou Xuan a "little trumpet" cigarette.
The driver, living frugally, couldn't afford fine rolled cigarettes, so they bought ones with a large head and a small end, like a "little trumpet."
Zhou Xuan took the cigarette, lit it, and said, "To the Mingjiang Sixteen Piers, where Lao Yun fishes every day."
"Alright."
The driver lifted the handles and set off in the direction of the Sixteen Wharves, running with large strides…
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