After completing his morning exercises, Jiang Wang went out to buy breakfast as usual.
The fried dough cakes by Qingmu Avenue and the tofu pudding across from Du Dewang's were Jiang Anan's favorites these days.
As he pushed open the courtyard door, he saw someone he hadn't expected.
This person looked naive and honest, with a stocky build, and a large bundle on his back; upon seeing Jiang Wang, he began to bow: "Mr. Jiang!"
It was none other than Tang Dun, the constable he had met back in the town of Tangshe; his simple honesty had made a deep impression on Jiang Wang.
However, the bowing was awkward, and the address quite uncomfortable.
Jiang Wang remembered that during his childhood, Tang Dun had been taught by an itinerant disciple of the Confucianist Gate; for him, "Sir" must be the highest form of respectful address.
