Chapter 63
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The heavy wooden door was pounded with fierce force.
Inside the wooden hut, Xie Man, hiding under a tattered quilt and fast asleep, was jolted awake. He rubbed his eyes and mumbled in a sleepy voice, “Coming.”
It was still chilly in the middle of the Revival Month.
After putting on his ragged clothes, Xie Man grabbed the leather coat he used as a second quilt and pulled it on. Then, he opened the wooden door.
Outside, Old Roger leaned against the wagon, a leather whip in one hand and a tobacco pipe in the other, puffing away.
“Hurry up, it’s getting late. You’ll be punished for being late.”
“I know.”
Xie Man closed the door behind him, hopped onto the wagon with nimble movements, but his expression was calm.