Old Man Song didn't delay; he hurried the horse-drawn carriage to the county town.
By the time they arrived at the entrance of the performing arts group, they realized they had come early, and there were hardly any people there.
Song Yunuan was holding a large tea jar—a white porcelain one with bright red characters printed on it.
Wrapped in a towel, inside was honeysuckle tea.
As people gradually started to arrive, the three from Song Yunuan's party began to stick out.
Most notably, Little Asheng's trousers had patches on the knees; even though the stitches were meticulously done, they were still immediately noticeable.
Song Ting had made an effort to dress up today, but her clothes were not new, nor were her shoes leather, and she wasn't wearing a scarf. Compared to the city girls here, she was definitely more than a little behind.
