All these wishes remained unfulfilled when she passed away.
Ye Shiqi drew down with a pen the fishing rod she once went fishing with her companions; of course, its parts were various and different.
She could only draw what she knew, believing that people's minds are powerful and able to deduce by analogy!
Li Zhijun watched his young niece sketch, growing more and more excited as a grown man.
He was thrilled like a little boy, remembering how he had once fished with a rod he had crafted himself.
After Ye Shiqi finished her drawing, she handed it over to Li Zhijun and said,
"Uncle, keep this drawing of the fishing rod safe. First, make me a fishing rod out of purple bamboo, then we'll see if we can do business with this rod, depending on whether Uncle can craft it well!"
