"Young master..."
Qin Weiyin licked her lips.
Although the literary aura on these people was thin, many a little made a lot, and it could barely make up a meal.
Besides, how could anyone who dared block her master's path not be courting death?
"Forget it. Let's hide for now. Qinhuai is right there. It's not as if it can run away, right?"
Zhong Shenxiu smiled and walked aside with Qin Weiyin, sitting down at a roadside stall.
It was a restaurant, and business was booming at this hour. Heaping bowls of white rice steamed fragrantly, and all kinds of fresh seasonal vegetables were available. If one was willing to pay a few extra coppers, there was even rich, glistening braised pork.
I have to admit, no matter how exhausting and miserable the blood-and-sweat factories are, they're still better than the countryside at this time. Otherwise, after so many cases of people dying in accidents and from overwork, why would workers still keep flocking there one after another?
Qin Weiyin could not quite understand why her master liked observing the actions of these lowly people.
But since her master wanted to do so, she could only follow silently.
After the rice eaters had finished their meals and left, a few drinkers remained.
They usually ordered half a catty or a catty of strong white liquor, then accompanied it with simple dishes while calling friends over or drinking alone. Beneath the dim streetlamps, it had a charm of its own.
The most poverty-stricken among them had no dish to go with their liquor and could only dip screw snails in soy sauce to savor the flavor.
Those with a little spare cash could order a plate of fennel beans.
The bachelors who had enough to fill their own stomachs but not