Liang Qu had Li Libo run an errand to move the chest back home.
He put on his waist plaque as the Dragon Spirit Silk transformed into official attire, and he headed towards the government office.
It was just a few miles away.
Everywhere laborers pounded clay with huge wooden mallets to even out the roads, kicking up so much dust that one couldn't see one's feet.
As he approached the plaza in front of the gate, a group of low-ranked yamen runners holding brooms swept, sprinkled water, and mopped the floor.
The small harbor in front of the government office where boats docked was particularly bustling, filled with military men gauging the water depth and the accumulation of sediment with bamboo poles.
If something was amiss, they would call over a small boat to dredge river mud and expand the water depth.
