"Xia Zhang, carrying that bow around all day, don't you find it tiring?" On the way back home, a villager teased Xia Zhang.
Initially curious about the bronze bow on Xia Zhang's back, people got used to seeing it with him all the time. They would occasionally joke about it since Xia Zhang carried two bows and two quivers whenever he went hunting, making him quite conspicuous.
Xia Zhang responded with a simple smile, "Not tired, not tired."
With his physique, carrying that bronze bow was nothing. He wouldn't feel much even with eight or ten of them on his back.
Seeing this, the villager also laughed and then said, "Here, drink a cup of this freshly brewed tea to relieve some fatigue."
Saying that, he offered a big bowl of tea to Xia Zhang.
Xia Zhang didn't hesitate and took it, then drank it all in one gulp. He was already well acquainted with the man, one a hunter who ventured into the mountains, the other a tea stall owner at the village entrance.
