The old scholar spoke with such coherence and order.
A crowd surrounded him, frequently emitting sighs.
Feng Yun's carriage passed by the tea house at a leisurely pace, and at a glance, she noticed Ren Rude sitting inside, accompanied by Jin Ge.
The two of them held cups of green tea, looking quite contented.
She asked Xiaoman, "I remember that Mr. Ren's tea house is near the city gate, right?"
Xiaoman nodded, "The servant girl also remembers, it is at the West City Gate."
It was truly remarkable for someone who owned a tea house to lounge in another's establishment, listening to the old scholar's chitchat with such leisure.
She turned to ask Alou.
"Does Mr. Ren have many classes at the village school?"
Alou, who accounted for Ren Rude's stipend each month, was quite clear about his teaching hours.