"Brother Chu—eh, what's that on your back?"
"Weapons," Chu Guang didn't want to bother explaining, so he decisively changed the subject, "Are you here to trade for something?"
Yu Hu bobbed his head like pounding garlic, embarrassed to say.
"Yeah, my brother and I bagged a deer and wanted to come here to trade for some stuff to take back. But I don't understand what they're saying, and I'm not sure how to go about it... Luckily, you came."
He glanced at the prey, which looked quite substantial.
"No worries, I'll get you a pass in a bit... forget it, I'll give it to you now."
With that, Chu Guang took out a small notebook, scribbled a few strokes with a marker, and handed it to Yu Hu.
"Keep this safe, and if anyone stops you, just show it to them."
The paper and pens from the shelter were a bit challenging to forge.
The words on the pass were all written in Chinese, and it also bore his signature, which wasn't easy for the average person to imitate.