Heavenly King Sun

In the evening, the setting sun cast down across Jiangzhou, emitting a layer of blurriness. 

In Fang Clan's estate, the villagers who had their dinner started to patrol the streets.

This was what Landlord Fang asked for. If anyone were to notice traces of the Red Turban Army, they would be rewarded with one dou[1] of rice if they were to report this.

"Doggy, hurry up!"

The young man whose nickname was Erniu squatted on the top of the wall and urged his good friend.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

The young man called Doggy was biting onto a strand of straw and carrying a fishing basket, planning to head off to catch fish. 

"Of course I'm in a hurry. If I could be the first to discover the Red Turban Army, I'd be able to get one dou of rice. My younger sister will be able to have a few filling meals."

Erniu licked his lips.

"You're better off going to catch fish!"

Doggy said in disdain.