Lu Min: Just because I don’t mind the stench doesn’t mean I’m not a prince. The rapid currents of the Qing River and its rocky banks make it impossible to dock just anywhere. Marquis Zhu’s Temple was constructed with materials transported via waterway, and for convenience, a dock was built on the riverbank. Though now… Continue reading Fish 177: Desperate Plea

Lu Min: I want a refund for this boat ride! The boat traveled four or five li, and the waterway of the Qing River was blocked by a giant rock, carved as if by a knife. Waves slapped against the rocks, with submerged reefs scattered about, creating dozens of whirlpools in the swift currents. "We've… Continue reading Fish 176: The Powerless Take Risks

Short-sighted? That doesn't exist! The old boatman lowered his head and tapped his tobacco pouch twice against the edge of his shoe. Even hearing such a colossal scandal of embezzlement, he showed no reaction. —"Ordinary folks, illiterate, how could they harbor concerns for the nation and the people? Besides, life was somewhat better during the… Continue reading Fish 175: The Poor Have No Status

Crossing together The river slapped against the hull, and a gaunt man led the way in stuffing the unconscious Cha Ye into a burlap sack, disguising him as cargo to be carried aboard this vessel. The old boatman, holding a tobacco pouch, sat on the step, sighing deeply. Lu Min struggled to lead his horse… Continue reading Fish 174: Rampant Corruption