The city of Shanghai was shrouded in a perpetual drizzle, while the weather in Tan Zhou was perfectly fine, showered in brilliant sunlight for three consecutive days. Even now, in the afternoon, the sun still shone bright, the sky free of clouds.
Where Li Shi was, the sun was particularly scorching.
Looking at his reproduction of the"Pounding and Grinding Picture", Li Shi thought to himself, even if he were in the Tang Dynasty, without relying on his ability to materialize things at any moment or display martial strength to become a military officer, simply by farming with his strength, he could become a landlord with a gaggle of wives and concubines.
He walked into the bathroom, washed off the ink on his hands, and while drying them, saw his reflection in the mirror over the washbasin. He suddenly recalled that Chen Yao had mentioned that he resembled an in-school college student.
