Zhang Huizhi put down the wine jug, "Hmm, okay."
In the distance, the man holding a sword switched hands.
He glanced for a moment at Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi, who were laughing and drinking, then turned his gaze to the two carriages.
There, a thrifty woman sat upright beside a young boy, supervising him as he read.
From time to time, she glanced at her husband who was chatting and laughing with his friend.
On the other carriage.
An old servant with one eye carefully took out some dry food to eat, while another old servant with a face burned by fire buried his face, took out a smoking pipe and tobacco pouch, and took a few puffs, occasionally coughing.
The sound echoed on the grassy roadside where everyone was resting.
A lame old servant took out some fodder and fed the horse carefully.
Li Bai watched for a while, then withdrew his gaze, scratching an itch on his neck with his hand, occasionally muttering.
Who knows if he was complaining about the heavens.
