The next day at dawn, when the rooster was just crowing and the sky was turning pale.
Li Yan stood in the courtyard, rinsing his mouth with a willow leaf dipped in salt water, and then picked up a harrow used for tilling the soil from the corner of the courtyard.
He quickly snapped the wooden handle in two, took a rod about four feet long, wrapped it with a wet coarse cloth, swung it around casually twice, nodded his head, and then entered Cao Yongchang's room.
Cao was still asleep, sprawled across the bed in an unseemly position.
The day before, he had chopped all the firewood for the station's helpers, and in addition to carrying water and hay, Cao had been so exhausted that he had collapsed on the bed around 3-5 pm, falling asleep until the morning without even removing his clothes and shoes.
"Up."
Upon entering the room, Li Yan was sparing with words.
Cao Yongchang was sleeping deeply; he picked his nose, muttered a few words, then turned over.
"Creak~"