Great Liang Village had been quite lively these recent days. First, a scholarly family moved in, and then that orphan, Wang Anfeng, astonishingly returned riding a tall horse.
The number of people sneaking peeks at the horse was almost comparable to a market day. Naturally, there were kids who wanted to touch and pull its hair. But ever since Zhao Dame's little grandson nearly got kicked to death pulling the horse's tail, everyone became much more cautious, just looking with envy and jealousy, muttering about how many silver coins the horse might be worth—enough to marry a wife. They looked at the cobweb pattern kicked onto the wall by the horse's hoof and politely kept any unpleasant thoughts to themselves.
