After a good night's sleep, Gu Chengyu got out of bed and opened the window. At this moment, South Street across the way was already bustling with traders hawking their goods, and a pedlar with a shoulder pole was carefully arranging rouge and powder on his racks. The street was filled with hurried people, most of them were robust men still wearing short brown jackets; they must be the porters from the docks.
Gu Chengyu spread out the paper for practice writing and began practicing his calligraphy.
He practiced for about an hour, then set down the brush and prepared to do some painting. At that moment, Ming Mo entered the study.
"Young Master! Xiao Sanzi is here, waiting outside the inn!" Ming Mo took the opportunity to report to Gu Chengyu.
Gu Chengyu tilted his head slightly, recalling Xiao Sanzi, a boy with some determination and persistence. He happened to have a lack of useful people around him, so it might be worth grooming Xiao Sanzi.
