Peach and plum bloss

He gently pushed open the rickety wooden gate, made of pieces held together with twigs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a thin, wiry old man with sparse whiskers and wearing patched-up shorts, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He skillfully mended a tattered fishing net with a shuttle.,“The inn has been busy these past few days, so I have to head back early today. You can burn this firewood for now, and I’ll be back in half a month...”,After a moment of pause, he shook his head with some regret: "Too bad I didn't find that iron box bigger than a carriage as you described. Perhaps it was too large and swept away by the currents..."。