Lu Shu packed his crate full with 49 stinky tofu, then walked out in the early morning.
He considered business today as testing the waters, to see how many pieces of stinky tofu he could sell in the morning. Would he be able to finish selling all 49?
It should be possible, seeing that this street was one of the more popular gathering areas for the residents. With family homes to both the north and south of the street, this place was considered to be quite populated.
Lu Xiaoyu was still in a deep slumber as he left the house, and as he stepped out, he noticed his old neighbor, who was never seen out of the house, honing his swordsmanship.
The two courtyards were separated by a low wooden fence, so everything could be seen clearly.
The sword was slow, to the extent which Lu Shu suspected if he was the same man in the same group of metahumans as Zhi Wei. Obviously, it looked like an old man's recreational training with a sword.
