Chen Shi'an packed up his stall.
Some people who had not bought what they wanted, or who still wanted to discuss traditional Chinese learning and Daoist cultivation with him, were reluctant to leave. They gathered around him and asked:
"Master Xiao Chen, will you be setting up here every night from now on?"
"That depends. I didn't bring much down from the mountain, and it's all sold out now. I'll make some more to sell another day. If I set up again, I might not sell goods for a while."
"Then what will you be offering at your stall, Master Xiao Chen?"
"Face reading, fortune-telling, and answers to questions."
"How much will you charge?"
"That depends on the matter."
"Good, good..."
"Master Xiao Chen, could you recommend some books? I think your talks on traditional Chinese learning are really wonderful!"
"Just read whatever interests you. Any classic that has survived to this day is a good book."
"How many books have you read, Master Xiao Chen?"
"I've studied two thousand six hundred and forty-seven in depth."
"In depth...!!"
"Master Xiao Chen, I followed you on Douyin. Please let us know ahead of time when you set up again! I'll come early to hear you teach!"
"...Huh?"
Chen Shi'an was amused. He had only come out to run a stall, so how had it turned into a classroom for imparting knowledge and answering questions? I'm still a student myself!
The crowd gradually dispersed. Lights glittered along the West River, and the river breeze was cool against their faces.
When there had been fewer people, Fat Ink had stayed beside the stall, acting as a lucky cat. Once the crowd grew, he had run up the big banyan tree nearby and gone to sleep.
Now that Chen Shi'an and Li Wanyin had