Liu Xuanzang squatted on the bluestone curb with three pairs of straw sandals in front of him. The uppers of the shoes were crookedly sewn with Bagua patterns, which looked like spider webs struck by lightning. "My husband, please take a look. These are specially made Bagua straw shoes from Wollongong." He grabbed the hem of the passing scholar's clothes and slipped out half a volume of "Spring and Autumn" from his sleeves. The gambling house's IOU clattered in the pages. "The Qian Gua on the left foot gathers Yang Qi, and the Kun Gua on the right foot attracts the spirit of the earth. Wearing it can travel eight hundred miles a day without panting..." "Liu Da'er! Pay back the money!" The thunderous roar made the pickle stall's earthenware jar buzz. Butcher Wang rushed from East Street holding a bone-chopping knife, with half a piece of pig lung still stuck to the tip of the knife.
