The next day, at the break of dawn, they gathered at the county office.
Pei Ye stood by the stone table, watching Mr. Chang and Master Huang sift through his all-too-familiar travel bag.
"Why have you only packed two sets of clothes? What if it rains?" Master Huang frowned, "You also need to bring an extra pair of straw shoes."
Chang Zhiyuan nodded, "Indeed. You also must bring a conical straw hat—I'll fetch it for you."
"What about copper coins? You can't just carry silver around. What if you want to stop at a teahouse? Can't hand them a piece of silver."
"A dagger, Fire stones.... these are essential—Didn't you carry any?"
Master Huang raised his eyes and gave him a glance before removing his own dagger from his waist and slapping it onto the table. He then turned and made his way towards the firewood shed.
