Pei Qin glanced at him, "Three months."
"Wasn't it said to be a year?" Mo Heng asked again.
"Can't I speed up the process?" Pei Qin raised an eyebrow.
Mo Heng nodded, "Sure."
Pei Yuan whispered, "He hasn't been to our house to ask for food for a long time."
"Of course! It's too far away! Even a dog's nose couldn't sniff it out!" Pei Qin nodded.
Mo Heng reached out to feel the labels attached to each jar and indeed found that they bore the same markings as those on Pei Wendong's miscellaneous notes, "These symbols, are they numbers?"
Pei Qin widened her eyes with surprise and firmly denied it, "What numbers? Those are just drawn symbols!" This blind man – he's supposed to be unable to see, yet by touching he could guess they are numbers?
He had never seen such symbols before; Mo Heng looked at them closely, "Could you teach me?"
