A private salt trader even being connected to a novel was something Xu Qing hadn't expected.
"Are you going to rebel?"
He steered the conversation back, no longer entangled with the tale of the valiant, battle-hardened salt smuggler.
"No, the court's power is immense; there's no future in rebellion."
"...All right then."
Talking about modern concepts with Jiang He felt weirdly incongruous, and as Xu Qing stood up to examine the "Principles of Marxism" on the table, he couldn't help but marvel.
If he were to return with a belly full of knowledge, Li Longji would be in danger!
Qin Hao was chatting with him on his cell phone, wanting to have a meal together. They had talked about it a few days earlier, but couldn't find the time; today, it seemed he was free.
"Appetite comes with eating, as Gaozi said."
"What?" Xu Qing was momentarily confused.
