Chen Xun didn't mind the smoky smell in the grass hut and walked straight in, sitting down next to an old man with a large smoking pipe in the corner.
"Old sir!"
Chen Xun, with a beaming smile, looked at the elderly man whose face was etched with the wrinkles of hardship, "It's so cold, and it looks like it's about to snow. Why aren't you at home enjoying some comfort but instead waiting for work outside in this cold weather?"
Thinking that business had come his way, the old man hurriedly put on a warm smile and enthusiastically put away his smoking pipe, "Snow is coming indeed, but the tires on my carriage have been specially engraved with Runes to prevent slipping. The snow won't be heavy tonight; we can still take a trip. May I ask, sir, where would you like to go?"
Chen Xun couldn't help but smile wryly, "I won't be needing a carriage tonight; I've brought my own and will be staying in the city."
