Chapter 138
Early in the morning, accompanied by the first drumbeat, the city gates of Falling Leaves City slowly opened.
Like always, crowds of people seeking entrance bustled at the city gate. Some came to do their small businesses, some came to borrow from wealthier relatives in town due to economic constraints at home, some simply came looking for better sustenance in the city.
"Stop pushing; whosoever dares, face the wrath of my whip."
Shentu sternly warned, making a cracking sound with his whip in the air.
Today was like any other day, nothing unusual. Of all the people present, none seemed lucrative enough to be squeezed. And as for the really rich ones, Shentu dared not to oppress them too harshly. He feared they might have some connections with the elites of the city, and he might lose his job as a consequence.
Three small vendors approached from a distance. One sold straw shoes, another green beans, and the last one, pork.
