As the sun climbed higher, Lin Ze set out on foot with four servants.
He left the Lin Residence and headed west. Before long, he spotted Fengping County's West City Gate.
"Young Master Lin."
As he left the city, the patrolmen and constables who saw Lin Ze all bowed slightly and greeted him of their own accord.
Clearly, the patrolmen and constables had all received orders from their superiors to show Lin Ze due respect.
The patrolmen and constables were people of some standing in Fengping County. Seeing even them treat Lin Ze with such deference, many ordinary passersby immediately memorized his face and marked him as an important person not to offend.
Lin Ze smiled and nodded in reply to everyone who greeted him.
Although that air might have made him seem less approachable, given the social standing he had attained in the county, simply returning people's greetings was already a sign of respect.
Thus, the patrolmen and constables who greeted Lin Ze didn't feel slighted. If anything, they were a little flattered.
Soon, Lin Ze and his servants passed through the West City Gate.
Before them stretched a flat expanse paved with stone slabs. Farther on stood the docks, built beside the Yangchun River.
Fengping County was an important goods-transshipment hub along this waterway.
Quite a few wooden boats were moored in the docks, where laborers bustled about carrying cargo. Teahouses and taverns stood all around the docks, along with plenty of small vendors plying their trade.
After taking a brief look around from the gate, Lin Ze saw no likely targets among the young heirs of famous families or chivalrous young heroes, so he headed for a teahouse near the docks.
He planned to have some tea in this gathering place for all sorts of people and