After a night of drinking, the young man watched the egrets fly high in the morning and then headed towards the town.
A lot had happened in a year. After last autumn's attack by the rebel army, many old shops in the town had closed, either moved away or returned to their hometowns.
Among them was the iron shop, and the sound of iron forging on Juren Street had become a thing of the past.
Su Mu walked in the middle of Juren Street. At a glance, many old shops had turned into new ones, and unconsciously he found himself standing in front of the former "Li's Iron Shop".
After the iron shop moved away, a middle-aged couple took over and opened a cloth workshop.
"Zhou's Cloth Workshop..."
Su Mu glanced at the plaque and stood at the door, looking inside. Previously, during free time or meals, the masters would gather under the old pagoda tree in the courtyard to eat and chat.
