The small canopy boat glided lightly over the water, quickly approaching the dock.
Then it steadily docked into its berth.
Standing at the bow, Zhang Yuan leaped and landed on the embankment.
This morning, the dock was exceptionally bustling, with several merchant ships unloading simultaneously, flanked by numerous fishing boats.
A strong fishy smell permeated the air.
Zhang Yuan tied the mooring line to a pole and said to the old fisherman still on the boat, "Elder Sun, I'll go talk to Master Chen about your son's matter right away. There should be no problem!"
Elder Sun was moved to tears, "Thank you, young man!"
"You're welcome."
Zhang Yuan waved his hand and turned to find Chen Zhize.
Chen Zhize was as busy as usual.
Seeing Zhang Yuan, he asked with a smile, "What's up?"
Zhang Yuan didn't mention anything about Elder Sun's son, only informed him that he had fully learned the fishing skills.
He said he could handle this livelihood on his own from now on.
