The Journey to Fengdu City

The banquet didn't last long. After all, they still had to travel the next day.

After three rounds of drinking, Jiang Ping had everyone start eating. After eating, everyone washed up and waited for the next day's departure.

At the back of the mountain of the academy, there was a small bamboo house.

The master and disciple in the bamboo house had just finished their simple dinner.

Then, they returned to their respective rooms.

After returning to their rooms, He Xiangjiang did not sleep.

Instead, he held a pen and wrote in a notebook.

In this notebook, all the favors that he and his master had received along the way were recorded.

After He Xiangjiang wrote and drew, he put down the pen.

He turned to the first page of the notebook.

Then, he began to read in a low voice.

Aunt Wang, Longjing Village, September 12 of Gengchen Year. Because they felt sorry for us, they gave us two steamed buns...