The town wasn't far from the county seat, just half an hour was enough.
But if one were to take the bus, that definitely wouldn't be on time.
The bus stops frequently along the way, and sometimes, drivers would circle the town seven or eight times to pick up passengers before departing.
After Wang Zhaodi had packed up, Yang Fan helped her hail a taxi in front of the store, and only then did he send her away.
This pleasant morning exercise made him feel refreshed, even his bones seemed to radiate pleasure.
Back in the shop, he resumed drinking tea and watching dramas, another mundane yet fulfilling day began.
At noon, a man in a wheelchair was pushed in by two young men tattooed with big floral arm patterns.
Yang Fan had just seen off two customers and was sorting herbs in the courtyard.
Hearing the noise, he came out from the back door, saw the group, and silently drew a steel plier from under the counter, weighing it in his hand.
