Beyond the various ships at Yanwu, a small boat quietly sailed away. The dim sky, slight rain and mist, if not for those lurking disputes and dangers, there was indeed a kind of tranquil beauty to early spring's Lao Water.
Li Piaoqing sat cross-legged in the cabin, Shi Zanxue sat on the crossbeam behind her. The girl's head just reached her chest, as she helped the girl rewash and comb her wet and heavy long hair.
"Just before leaving, did you chat with Chou Qianshui for a long time again?" Shi Zanxue asked.
"Hmm, guess what?"
"Master Li has a hundred ideas and a thousand changes, I really can't guess."
"They have quite a number of boats—did you know, Lu Shui flows south, through the Yellow River, eventually connecting to Shengjing's Eight Waters." Li Piaoqing smiled, "I temporarily talked over two trades with him, earning some pocket money, and once the situation stabilizes, I will seek opportunities to visit these large docks one by one."
