The foul-mouthed rhetoric of the street urchin left Xu Shulou tongue-tied. After a long pause, he said, "Tomorrow? ... Can't it be today?"
"Either tomorrow or you go and buy it yourself."
Xu Shulou swallowed his words.
The next day, he got his wish and received two sets of clothes made from silky and well-crafted brocade.
While these clothes could not compete with the gold and silver ones he wore on regular days, they were much better than the dark, coarse clothes made from crude felt, which barely covered his limbs.
As this thought crossed his mind, Xu Shulou's face fell. He had indeed fallen this far!
In the following days, everything was peaceful.
Since few people ever came to the edge of the village, they finished making the fruit jam.
The construction of the framework was also completed.
After the incident with the Zhang family, even fewer people came this way.
Xu Shulou didn't have to spend all day inside a cage-like house and could walk around the yard.
