Like a treasure, she put the money into her purse and tucked it into her chest.
Lu He used a donkey to pull Zhao Jun into the town.
A small figure in black clothes and cap, with a dirty face, led a gray donkey. The donkey dragged a piece of withered bark, on which sat a tall man, with thick stubble on his chin and a long scar on his left cheek, not yet scabbed.
Both men and the donkey were very shabby.
They circled the street and stopped in front of a Ping'an Inn.
Located at the end of the street, Ping'an Inn was a bit shabby, with a dilapidated appearance. From the doorway looking inside, the doors, windows, wooden tables, and wooden chairs all exuded a sense of old decay.
There were few people eating on the first floor, the interior was quite desolate.
Even so, the waiter with a square face full of pockmarks, wearing a gray jacket, tall and skinny, saw the shabby donkey and two people stop at the entrance but did not come out to greet them.
