As everyone knew, the town at the foot of Mount Hua was tiny, with only one or two pitifully short streets. So, in no more than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, a large crowd, led by a certain troublesome little girl, arrived in a grand procession outside the town's only calligraphy and painting shop, "Green Peace Study."
Unfortunately, it was nearly dusk, so the shop had already closed.
After all, the town had barely any residents, and few traveling merchants passed through. Martial artists didn't buy books, either. The shop's customers were little more than a handful of local scholars, children needing basic instruction, and perhaps some students preparing for the imperial examinations.
So most days, the shopkeeper closed up around midafternoon. Even if he stayed open, no more customers would come.
But a closed door was no obstacle for Annie. Under the watchful eyes of a crowd of sword-wielding men, she strode forward and started pounding on it with her little fists.
Bang! Bang!
"Hey!"
"Old Zhang, hurry up and open the door!"
(^▽^)
When no one answered, Annie wasn't annoyed. While the self-castrated swordsmen around her watched in confusion, she stepped forward again and pounded harder on the wooden door, which was made of boards nailed together.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Hurry up!"
"You must have finished printing the manual I paid extra to have made, right?"
Q(`⌒Q)
"Open up!"
(｀ー*)
Yes, three days earlier, after that crazy old man had reminded her, Annie had made preparations.
That very day, when she'd come to the town to play, she'd asked the shopkeeper to go to the nearest county seat and get the job done. With money to grease the wheels and movable type printing, it hadn't been too difficult to produce a book