"All right, as soon as the temple fair ends, you leave."
I reluctantly agreed, "Yang Xi, let's walk around."
"Okay, Sister Yuanyuan." Yang Xi was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, resembling a young Master Yang.
His face wasn't as handsome as the cloaked man who had died last night, but he was still quite fair-looking and was considered one of the better-looking ones in the village.
Much better than Chen Ahmao with his bulky, rough-looking ruggedness.
Along the way, almost every household had their doors wide open, facilitating the entry of newly chopped bamboo.
This, in turn, made it easier for me to check out the situation.
Women usually handled the task of shaving bamboo strips, and nearly every household had a woman doing so.
The spider net frames made of bamboo strips were placed in the yards.
In each compartment of the spider net frame, there was a human-faced spider spinning silk.
