"That's right, your strength is stronger than mine, and it's not surprising to know my strength." Zhang Yu muttered, and then replied: "Old man, I killed a powerful person when I was young, and in order to avoid being chased by the government, I came here to become a fisherman."

He smiled helplessly: "Count the days, old man, I have been here for more than forty years."

"Poof", Yang Ming laughed.

"Why are you making fun of it?" Zhang Yu asked.

"You said you killed someone forty years ago, but now it's forty years later, and the government has long since stopped pursuing it. What's more, even now, who remembers that you were the one who killed that person forty years ago. I'm afraid even his family has long forgotten about it." Yang Mingqiang couldn't help but smile.

These are all old accounts, even if the government wants to trouble him now, but after all, he has the strength to escape the realm, and with the age, the government will not even trouble him.

Xiao Se also rarely agreed: "Uncle Zhang, in an ordinary murder case, after twenty years, even if the official finds you, it will not do anything to you, and even for the sake of your strength, countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the court will give you endless wealth, just ask you to protect them for a while."

"This..." Zhang Yu was stunned, he obviously didn't know this, in the past forty years, the first thirty years he lived in anxiety and restlessness, every day he was either fishing, or practicing martial arts, for fear that one day he would be denounced. It wasn't until the last decade that he had new ideas that gradually diverted his attention that he didn't have that nervous feeling of apprehension.

He smiled bitterly and said, "I'm worried about the old man." As he spoke, he said with a firm look in his eyes, "However, I don't regret it, I can fish and go to the sea every day, and my life is much more comfortable than before. Every now and then, I can go to the ocean once in a while and see the outside world, and I will be content."

"Maybe one day I'll go out into the sea with you." Yang Ming said.

"Come with me to the sea?" Zhang Yu was puzzled, "I don't have anything to do, if I am caught, you will sit with me."

Yang Ming thought for a moment, "Let's talk about this later, you remember to take good care of your boat." It's best to remove the iron pieces to remove the rust."

"Okay, then the old decay will retire first." Brush it, he got up and hugged his fist at Yang Ming.

"Wait." Yang Ming stopped him.

Zhang Yu stopped and wondered, "What else is going on?"

Yang Ming pointed in the direction of the courtyard and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to make a trip for you tomorrow morning, I haven't finished buying your two fish yet, I'll go to the shopkeeper to ask for some ice cubes later, and tomorrow morning, you can take the fish we have cut and take it to the market to sell."

Zhang Yu didn't think about it, and refused: "Such a big fish, the fish is old and firewood, whether it is boiled or fried, it is not delicious, aren't you embarrassing me?"

After all, the two are not related, even if the two of them have a good conversation, it doesn't mean that he will help, and as an old fisherman, he naturally knows the "good and bad" of fish.

Xiao Se stretched his waist and looked playful: "Since the fish is not delicious, why don't you say it when you sell it to us."

"This..." The old man was stunned, he was only thinking about getting rid of the fish quickly, how could he care so much, and the money sent to the door, how could he not want it.

Yang Ming made up again: "Your big cuttlefish, if I guessed correctly, it should have been taken out of the belly of this fish."

"Boy, don't talk nonsense, old man, how could I do this?" Zhang Yu flatly denied it.

The corners of Yang Ming's mouth rose slightly: "You said before that one of your buddies was stabbed to death by this fish kiss; I don't think you should rush to kill it, just throw it in the hold, or it will be dead in a short time, and it will not be too late to take out the entrails. Or are you in a hurry to take out that cuttlefish?"

Zhang Yu hurriedly said, "I pulled it out of the fish's mouth."

"Oh~~" Yang Ming deliberately held his voice very long, "Since you take out the food from the fish's mouth and sell it, I'm afraid your smaller octopus and cuttlefish are all pulled out of the fish's mouth."

Yang Ming snorted coldly, "You are really good at doing business, if I eliminate this."

If you say it, will anyone buy your fish?"

"You, how dare you!" Zhang Yu's face was bruised, obviously this incident poked at his heart. After all, no one likes to buy fish that has already been "eaten".

Soon, his expression retracted, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

Yang Ming smiled slightly: "It's very simple, you go and taste the fish I made, if you don't think it's delicious, then ask you to sell fish and meat, just leave it at that; If you think it's delicious, then you sell it, how about it?"

Zhang Yu thought about it for a while, and simply agreed, "Okay."

After all, whether the fish is good or not is not a matter of his words. He caught three of them, one of which he kept for himself. It's just that whether he is boiled, early in the morning, stir-fried or stewed, this fish is very unpalatable, almost to the point of being difficult to swallow. He also wanted to see if Yang Ming was really strong or blindly confident.

The corners of Xiao Se's mouth curled, he had eaten a lot of fish just now. Even people like him, who have been clothed and fed since childhood, think it is delicious, let alone others.

"Let's go." Yang Ming waved his hand.

......

"Brother Luo, what is this old man doing?" Lei Wuji looked at Zhang Yu, who jumped off the roof with Yang Ming, and couldn't help but be curious.

"This old man, afraid that we won't be able to make his fish after we bought it, came here to guide us." Yang Ming said.

Zhang Yu shook his head helplessly: "Don't bother the old man." He looked at the fish that had been cut into pieces by Yang Ming, "You haven't cooked it yet?"

"Cook?" Yang Ming shook his head: "Who said that we want to cook the fish, just dip it in vinegar and soy sauce and eat it raw."

"Eat it raw?" Zhang Yu was taken aback, "Eat it raw, can you eat it?"

"If it's an ordinary small fish, you can't eat it, but this kind of fish is different, you can just eat it." Yang Ming explained.

"Okay." Zhang Yu suspiciously picked up a piece of fish meat, dipped it in some vinegar, and then put it in his mouth.

At first, he thought that Yang Ming was deliberately manipulating him, but when he ate it, he found that it was not the case. The fish oil on the fish makes the meat not so choking, on the contrary, the taste is even much better than that of chicken.

"Well, that's good." As he spoke, he put down his chopsticks again.

At the same time, he did not forget to exclaim: "The person who invented this way of eating is amazing. I've now figured out why the cooked meat of this fish doesn't taste good."

He swallowed a mouthful and continued, "Cook the fish oil off the fish, and the meat will be wasted."

Yang Ming bowed slightly: "Then please do your business?"

Zhang Yu patted his chest: "With your way of eating, it will definitely be in short supply; Wrap it around me."

After eating another piece of fish, he slowly stood up and arched his hand to everyone: "Old man, I will take my leave first, and I will come over on time tomorrow morning."

With that, he galloped out. He still hadn't eaten more than half of the big fish in his house, and he had to go back and try this new way of eating.

"Yang Ming, what are you looking for him to do?" Twilight asked.

"It's nothing, we have to go to the people of the Mu family tomorrow, and we naturally don't have time for this task of selling fish. I entrusted him to buy it." Yang Ming said, "By the way, Lei Wuji, you go to the shopkeeper and ask for some ice, otherwise, I'm afraid this fish will be rotten tomorrow morning."

"Okay."