Chapter 164: "All-Fish Feast" By evening, the villagers had drawn water from the river and started cooking by burying their pots in the ground. A few constables sipped the bland, flavorless chrysanthemum tea handed to them by Yan Lao’er, clicking their tongues in surprise. "This method of burying pots is exactly the same as in the military. Who taught you this?" Yan Lao’er thought of his older brother but changed his words at the last moment. "Passed down from the elders, who knows from…