Cloudy Thunderous Fragrance of Apricot Blossoms

Not far outside the town's East Gate stood a post station, established around the same time as Huaihuang County's yamen. Its official name was Ru Gu Post Station, but back when the town was still what it was, people had been accustomed to calling it Rooster Crow Post Station. Like Crab Workshop, the townsfolk not only liked giving people and things nicknames—they excelled at it. Today, Zheng Dafeng had wandered all the way to Rooster Crow Post Station. The postmaster was a local man from town. In his early years, he had been a petty clerk at the Dragon Kiln Supervision Department; he had merely changed nests, since neither position carried any real rank. Starting as a common post runner, he had climbed step by step until he finally became the man in charge. In their younger days, he and Zheng Dafeng had been fine brothers at the wine table and gambling table. Whenever Zheng Dafeng bet big, he bet small, and he always won. The two would then go drink at Huang Erniang's shop, naturally with Zheng Dafeng running up another tab. By relying on that, this fellow had saved up quite a nest egg for taking a wife. It was said that lately, he had even begun seeking a job at some express delivery station for his worthless grandson. Seeing Zheng Dafeng, who had vanished for years, today, he warmly inquired after his health for quite some time. But the postmaster held a small office and handled countless affairs. While the two were reminiscing, post runners carrying document bags frequently came over to stamp and verify their paperwork. Zheng Dafeng did not wish to disturb his busy old brother, so they agreed to drink together when they had time. Before leaving, Zheng Dafeng abruptly asked, "You aren't Senior