Chapter 1105: The Desolate Teahouse
He likely felt it was simply too unpleasant to linger in such an empty place.
At noon, Chen Changsheng fed his horse some forage and headed out.
Fortunately, the tea house was still open.
It was the very same tea house where he had once told stories.
The shopkeeper busily flicked his counting rods, passing the idle time.
Most of the patrons sitting in the tea house were soldiers chatting among themselves. The stage, however, sat bare and covered in dust, looking as though no one had told a story or sung an opera there for a very long time.
Even the waiter, who should have been busy, leaned against a pillar, dozing off.
All in all, business was dismal.
With the world in chaos, fewer people had the leisure to drink tea.