80 Flag Knife
The horse's hooves were light and quick as they clattered through the streets and alleys.
Ding Zhigang's residence was actually not far from the Government Office, merely the distance of three streets.
However, Fang Zhixing couldn't visit someone empty-handed, naturally.
What's more, he had a request to make of Ding Zhigang.
"Hmm, first, to the street market to buy some gifts," he thought.
Fang Zhixing rode his tall steed, clippity-clop, making quite the impression through the town.
Though he had no intention to show off, he inevitably exuded a vibrant and spirited demeanor.
Xigou stuck out his tongue, happily scampering along behind.
Somehow, just running like this brought him sheer joy.
Perhaps...
A dog's happiness is that simple.
Shortly thereafter, they crossed a stone bridge together and entered a bustling street market.
From a glance, shops and restaurants abounded, and the streets were teeming with people.
The air was filled with the delicious aroma of food.