Chapter 790: If We Can Meet, Let Us Meet
Wang Sanniang's husband was surnamed Zhang. Zhang was a prominent family name in Qingshan City, and in the early years, several of its members had served the Imperial Court as third-rank officials or higher. Though the family's fortunes had declined as eras changed and the Imperial Court shifted, the surname never faded from Qingshan City.
Zhang Miao lived in Zhengyang Alley, North Street. He had worked as a shoemaker in Qingshan City during his younger years. He had no children, and it wasn't until he met Wang Sanniang that he finally took a wife. They remained childless even now, but they lived a happy life.
Their courtyard was small, but impeccably maintained. A tidy row of flowers and plants lined the space, and the long strips of cloth and garments hanging from the bamboo drying poles were spotless.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Beneath a small tree in the corner, a man in hemp clothing was tapping away at something. He worked earnestly, pausing to inspect his progress before delivering another careful tap or two.
The woman of the house emerged, carrying a towel soaked in cool water to gently wipe the sweat from the busy man's brow.
He smiled and patted her hand.
Gray streaked both their heads, and their wrinkles were plain to see. They no longer possessed the sharp vigor of their youth; time had spared no one.
Chen Changsheng knocked on the courtyard door.