The old man heard Yang Ge's words, his action of drawing water stopped for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh again.,> Not until the sun began to set did he push back to the small courtyard with a cart piled high with firewood, neater and taller than anyone else's.,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..."。