Zhou Li's shoes had gotten a bit muddy, so he sat at the edge of the eaves and wiped them off with a tissue.
Actually, the meal wasn't ready yet; Brother Nan's grandfather had come early to snoop around.
At this time, it was only eleven o'clock. A few stalls on the street hadn't packed up yet, and villagers were coming and going. Some carried baskets on their backs, while others toted baskets on a shoulder pole. Most people were heading back home at this hour, the air filled with the sights and sounds of daily life.
Today was the 30th, a market day.
"What are you looking at?" Brother Nan caught Zhou Li's gaze and thought for a moment. "Want to go to the market?"
"Yes."
"It's over already," Brother Nan said. "Generally, it starts winding down by ten o'clock. No worries. It's on the 4th, 7th, and 10th of the month here. Wait until May 4th, and Brother Nan will take you there again."
"Okay."
"Go inside and start the fire."
"Oh."
