When it came to outlasting others, even another hundred of these old men and women would have been no match for Li Ping'an.
And so it continued for seven or eight days straight.
That day, Li Ping'an went about things as usual.
After playing the erhu, he made his familiar way to the village entrance and found a comfortable place to sit.
None of the others had arrived yet today.
The place was empty except for Li Ping'an and Old Ox.
With nothing else to do, Li Ping'an sat cross-legged, circulating his qi and regulating his breathing.
Old Ox took some soybeans from his pocket and crunched them in his mouth.
Before he knew it, evening came, and night gradually fell.
A few bright stars appeared in the east, and the pinpricks of starlight gradually multiplied.
Li Ping'an came back to his senses.
Hmm?
Why was the village entrance still completely empty? Hadn't a single person come?
Curious, Li Ping'an asked around and learned that all those old men and women were resting at home.
They knew their own physical condition very well. If they went again, they probably wouldn't make it back alive.
Li Ping'an smiled faintly.
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Not a single worthy opponent~
There were only two days left until the New Year.
Once the New Year was over, Li Ping'an planned to go to the Capital City to collect his debt from Jing Yu.
Branches swayed in the wind, rustling.
Green tiles, gray bricks, and a rustic farmhouse with high, upswept eaves.
It brimmed with the warmth of everyday life, laughter and cheerful voices drifting through the air.
Wearing an apron, Old Ox busied himself cooking in the kitchen, while Li Ping'an wrote spring couplets.
The two had a clear division of labor.
At Widow Wang's home.