Chapter 89: Running Faster Than a Donkey
Liang Wuyan failed to catch up to the person and could only return helplessly.
After putting the silver into his pocket, he hesitated for a moment. Seeing that no one was coming to buy steamed buns for the time being, he pulled out a piece of paper from underneath and began to write on it using a piece of charcoal sharpened to a point.
His family had been poor since he was a child, so where would he have the money to buy inksticks and inkstones. He just sharpened charcoal and made do with it.
The paper was also cheap bamboo paper he received as wages for helping others with work at night.
Some people and events were already recorded on it, and Liang Wuyan earnestly wrote in the blank space.
"Summer, the tenth year of Chongming."
"Met a kind-hearted youth who gave extra silver."
"Though young, he acted like an old man; I always feel he is extraordinary."
The boss of the rice and flour shop, covered in flour, stood at the door of his shop wailing.