"What's happening?"
"Why's there thunder? It was clearly a sunny day just now."
"Quick, quick, quick, get ashore, get ashore! Today is a wasted effort!"
"Thunderstorm, rain, let's go home to gather the clothes!"
The sky darkens, the river wind grows stronger, fishermen row their big boats towards the wharf, tie up the ropes, and a dense crowd surges onto the wharf.
"Guest, as you can see, it's thundering outside, and it's autumn, I fear it will rain heavily. It's dangerous, not to mention the large waves, swaying easily spills the soup, dirtying clothes.
This trip can't be made. I'll return your money, and if you like this claypot fish, you can take the whole pot, or tell me a hotel, and I'll send it over."
Chen Qingjiang grabs the rope, ties it at the bow, explaining to the guests in the cabin.
