A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Yuancheng is the hometown of Hakka civilization.

Changdao Island is a popular tourist destination in Yuancheng.

Surrounded by a hundred miles of lake, the island is inhabited by Hakka people, and various Hakka earthen buildings are scattered across the island.

In this garden of an ancient southern city, people can not only appreciate the unique subtropical scenery, but also experience the mysterious Hakka culture.

Hong Sheng, also known as Master Hong by others, is the head of the Huilong Society. He makes time to come here every year.

Burning incense, making wishes, giving thanks to the gods, fishing, rafting, mountain climbing, eating farm-style food... there are many activities, but the most important thing is to experience the unique enthusiasm and gentleness of Hakka girls.

This year, just like in previous years, Grandpa Hong didn't forget to bring Old Hong Shu with him when he came to Changdao.

They called it a way to teach their son to cultivate his character and temperament.

At this time of year, Grandpa Hong is very happy, but Lao Yi is very depressed.

He didn't object to his old man going out to have fun, but he resented that his old man always had to take him along whenever he went out.

However, even the eldest brother was helpless.

You may have several wives, but you only have one biological father.

Whether he was happy or not, he had to go with the old man as long as he asked.

As time went by, he came to terms with it and let go of the past.

Following the old man, we eat when there's food, drink when there's drink, and play as much as we can when there's fun.

This year, Master Hong kept a much lower profile than in previous years.

Aside from the eldest son, he only brought two bodyguards and a personal nanny, traveling light.

When the group arrived at Changdao Island, it was already close to dusk, and there was clearly no time left for sightseeing.

However, with such a wealthy man as Master Hong making his esteemed visit, arrangements were naturally made well in advance.

So Hongye didn't have a lonely night, only Lao Yi suffered.

Bored out of his mind, he counted stars on the hard wooden bed in the Tulou until he fell asleep.

The next morning, while Lao Yi was still fast asleep, Hong Ye dragged him out of bed.

The group prepared to go fishing at Muqiao Bay.

Hong Ye had a night of passion and barely slept, yet he was full of energy and showed no signs of fatigue.

The old man slept soundly all night, but was listless, like an eggplant after a frost.

This is the difference between having a woman to nourish you and not having one.

That makes sense, there is a fundamental difference between women and girls with five fingers.

Muqiao Bay is a semi-bay formed by a canyon, shaped like a concave character. Inside, the lake water is calm and still, where fish love to frolic and nest. Outside, however, the waves are turbulent, and the rapids are like waterfalls.

Starting from the shore, a wooden bridge stretches straight to the center of the lake.

The lake, with its emerald green, still waters, is surrounded by mountains.

The morning mist was white and the clouds were like swirling snowflakes.

Master Hong thought the group was early enough, but he didn't expect that there were people who were even earlier than them.

At the very end of the wooden bridge, two men wearing fishermen's hats and thick vests were already sitting there fishing.

Judging from that steady fishing posture, he's obviously been here for a while.

The prime location has been taken, and there's nothing Master Hong can do about it. This is Changdao Island, not his personal territory.

He had no choice but to keep a low profile and set up camp in the middle of the wooden bridge, preparing to go fishing.

Unlike Jiang Ziya, who waited for the fish to bite, Master Hong was determined to catch it.

For Master Hong, the painful expression of a virgin losing her virginity and the dying struggle of a fish on a hook could both excite and please him. It's just that the former was more thrilling.

Since he was determined to win, Master Hong naturally didn't use ordinary fish feed when fishing.

He has a secret recipe—peanut residue. It's the residue left after pressing peanut oil in an oil mill. Because it's heated and added, it has an exceptionally rich aroma.

People die for wealth, birds die for food. Even fish can't resist this deadly temptation.

Flour, various fish feeds, add water and knead into a muddy dough.

Not too sticky, not too wet, just right. Then tie it to the explosive hook.

Hong gripped the fishing rod tightly in the back of his hand and flung it sharply into the lake, casting the bait, along with its fine threads, far into the water.

After casting five fishing lines in a row, Master Hong finally sat down to wait for the fish to bite.

However, he then realized that the fishing tackle bag contained everything except a folding chair.

Master Hong is delicate and precious; sitting on the ground is definitely not his habit.

You could send someone back to get it, but that would take until noon. By the time the chair arrived, the cat was already asleep.

The old man knew his father was particular and didn't want him to suffer any injustice, so he quickly tried to find a solution.

We hoped to find a flat rock from the shore for the old man to sit on. We searched around and found many rocks, but the big ones were too big and the small ones were too small; there wasn't a single suitable one.

Just as I was getting anxious, my gaze inadvertently fell on the two early anglers, who were sitting comfortably in their chairs.

The old man immediately got an idea.

What's he planning? Will he forcibly seize one? Or will he buy one at a high price?

Obviously, there are no other good options; these two are the best.

But now, there's an even better way than either of those—borrowing.

The two men were sitting in chairs, and there was an empty chair next to them, just sitting there blankly, as if it had been prepared specifically for Master Hong.

When the old man saw that Master Hong was standing there with a sour face, he immediately said, "Father, please wait a moment, I'll get you a chair right away."

After saying that, the old man walked over to the two fishermen and said generously, "Excuse me, gentlemen, could you please lend us this chair for a moment?"

Neither of the anglers uttered a sound, nor did they even turn their heads.

The old man felt a little annoyed when he saw that the two ignored him.

If they were outside the city gates of Shenzhen, he would have kicked them both into the river long ago, grabbed the chairs, and run away.

But this is Long Island, a place where he can't do whatever he wants.

Moreover, this would spoil the old man's enjoyment of the trip, which would be a loss for him.

"How about this, you two? Why don't you sell this chair to me? How much? Just name your price," the older man said kindly.

Money can buy anything, even a ghost, let alone a chair. Sure enough, the two finally reacted. One of them said calmly, "Young man, you should go back. You can't afford this chair."

"Can't afford it?" The old man chuckled. He could afford anything, even a broken chair, even one completely studded with diamonds. He pulled out his wallet and checkbook: "How much? Name your price."

"Alright then." The man sighed, seemingly somewhat helplessly. "If you're willing to trade the entire Huilong Society for it, then this chair is yours."

The person who had been focused on the fishing rod finally turned around.

When the old man saw the man's face clearly, his expression changed drastically. He was so frightened that he took several steps back, his finger trembling as he pointed at him: "You, you, it's you..."