Yangzhou boasted many delicacies and entertaining places, but when it came to people, in the common knowledge of folks from the North, only two types of people were relatively famous: one was called Lean Horses, and the other was called Foot Massage Masters.
Old Master He took Wang Yunxiao for a luxurious bath, scrubbing off half a jin of mud, and lay down on the bed to call for the foot massage master before starting the real business.
"Old Liu, I want to ask you something. Do you know a horse trader with the surname Tong?"
A horse trader, that is, someone who raises horses, people who raise lean horses. Although now they've switched names to the sheep trade, for the older generation, 'horse trader' still sounds more familiar.
The foot-massaging master, seeming not much younger than Old Master He, furrowed his brows in thought for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Master He, there's no such person in the Jianghu World, could it be someone new from outside?"
