One Inch of Land and Rivers!?
Zhou Dao looked at the blackened wooden sign that had been gnawed by insects and worms, his expression turning a little strange.
What one inch of land and rivers?
The sentence is illogical, the words don't make sense!
But the characters do have some flavor, with dragons and snakes emerging and ascending into the clouds, giving a sense of exhausting the heavens and the earth.
Although it is a bit scribbled, the more you look at it, the more it seems to appeal.
At this moment, the door opened.
Old man Xu stuck out his head and gave Zhou Dao a glance.
"Why don't you come in?"
"Uncle Xu, did you write this?" Zhou Dao pointed at the broken wooden sign beside him and asked.
Old man Xu glanced sideways and shook his head: "It's written by a stinking landlord…"
As he spoke, old man Xu pulled on the long robe draped over him and led Zhou Dao inside.
