Fisherman.

The net was filled with silver scales and pincers. It was filled with all kinds of aquatic products, most of which were fish.

Creak, creak ... The old trestle made a desolate sound as the old man dragged the fishing net with heavy steps towards the dock.

After walking for a while, he suddenly put down the fishing net and slowly sat down. He clenched his fists and slowly patted his back, as if he was just an ordinary poor old man who was old but unable to enjoy his old age and could only drag his old body to continue working.

After the time it took to brew a cup of tea, the old man stood up with his hands on his waist and dragged the fishing net again.

After resting for two times, he finally dragged the net to the shore. He sat cross-legged under one of the flagpoles with an angry wind lamp hanging on it and opened the net. After examining it, he quickly picked out a fat fish with dense scales.