By the time Lu Chuan returned to the shop, night had already fallen, and a crescent moon hung quietly in the night sky.
But from far away, he saw a figure sitting on the steps in front of his shop, with half a log placed beside them and a bronze mirror resting on top of it.
At that moment, the figure had both hands propping up their head, as if they had already fallen asleep.
"Heh, this Zhang Cheng really keeps his word!" Lu Chuan laughed when he saw the figure. "I told him to bring my things to the front of the shop and wait. I can't believe he actually waited until now..."
Since he was going to Yin Mansion, it naturally wasn't convenient for him to keep carrying that half-log around, so he could only tell Zhang Cheng where the shop was and ask him to bring it over for him.
As he spoke, he quickly walked over, reaching out at the same time to wake him.
But when Lu Chuan was still a few steps away from that figure, the smile on his face gradually froze, and his outstretched hand stiffened in midair.
Under the moonlight, he saw that the person sitting at the shop entrance was no rough, burly man like Zhang Cheng at all. It was clearly a young girl in the prime of her youth!
She looked about sixteen or seventeen, with a round face, fair skin, and delicate features. She wore a set of brown coarse-linen clothes.
Linen was the material ordinary commoners used to make clothes, something very commonplace, while even the cheapest fine silk garment cost several taels of silver. Most people simply couldn't afford to wear it.
"Strange. Where did this girl at my door come from?"
Lu Chuan was