No sooner had he said there was no business than, shortly after returning home, the door was struck by urgent knocks that revealed the visitor's haste.
Wen Qingkong, who had been playing with little Shuang'er, stepped forward to open the door. A distinguished-looking middle-aged scholar stood outside with two household servants and a stretcher carried by four laborers.
"May I ask if this is where you do stitching work?"
Seeing that Wen Qingkong was merely a young man, the middle-aged scholar smiled warmly and cupped his hands in greeting.
Wen Qingkong nodded. "It is."
The middle-aged scholar immediately revealed a delighted expression.
He hurriedly said, "That is wonderful. Please trouble yourself to invite the master out. I have a job that needs doing."
Wen Qingkong opened the door and gestured for them to enter.
"I am the stitcher."
The middle-aged scholar halted, looking somewhat embarrassed before hesitation followed.
The dead man was extremely important to him. Sadly, he could do nothing more for his friend except give him an intact body, yet by chance, he had found such a young stitcher.
As the old saying went, a man without a beard could not be trusted with serious work.
He was somewhat unwilling to let this place stitch up his old friend.
With that thought, he turned and glared at the household servant.
The servant felt wronged as well. He had asked around on the streets and heard from someone called Auntie Cai that there was a stitcher here, so he had hurried back to inform his master.
Who could have expected the stitching master to be so young?
"There is no one in Mingzhou City with better skills than mine."
"From the look of you, that person is very important to you. I am exactly the right person for the