That night, ten young men followed Li Banfeng and Ma Wu to New Land.
Along the way, each of the ten carried a hemp sack full of stinky fish. These were the dead fish Li Banfeng had bought from the market the previous night. He had tied them up in bags, left them out in the sun all day, and even against the wind, they stank for over ten meters.
The journey was not easy for the ten young men. A tall, dark-skinned fellow turned pale from the smell before they had even walked a kilometer.
"These two must be going to New Land to fish for peaches, right? Otherwise, why would they bring such smelly fish?"
Another handsome young man in blue clothes nodded. "Considering the season, they're probably going to fish for peaches, but they can't handle this job; they won't make any money!"
