Qingxi Town is located in the folds surrounded by mountains. A winding Qingshui River passes through the town, nourishing this border town and making it foggy all year round. This place is so remote that even the tax collectors from the imperial court are too lazy to cross the mountains and ridges to check the accounts. Only the occasional traveling merchants passing by will bring in some news from the outside.
The midday sun shines through the branches and leaves of the old locust tree, dappledly shining on the slightly outdated signboard of "Lin Ji Grocery Store".
"Crack - collapse -"
A heartbreaking cracking sound broke the afternoon tranquility.
Behind the counter, Lin Ye, who was dozing with his head propped up, suddenly woke up and almost dropped the account book in his hand. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sighed helplessly. He knew what happened without looking down.
"Atu, how many times have I told you, that is a whetstone, not a bone of flesh!"
