In the summer, the large ship sails leisurely on the sea to the familiar island to restock, mooring at the edge of the island. Ma Xiangyu leans against the side of the ship, looking at the rising and falling waves with boredom, casually patting the knife hanging from his belt wrapped with hemp rope several times, producing a dull sound.
Of course, an iron knife doesn't sound as pleasant as a finely-crafted, beautifully-patterned sword. He's a man who's half pirate, half fisherman, unable to compare with those glamorous noble sons.
It's not just the noble sons; even those who've read a few books surpass him, seeing those slick dandies irritates him.
Thinking about this, Ma Xiangyu feels a wave of bitterness in his heart.
He turns his head inside and sees the scholar openly staying on the ship, regretting shouting those words. Could it be that the boss's sister actually handed over the strange scholar?
