The autumn Qixi Festival was, as expected, lively.
Along the main street, many pedestrians sat in eateries, dipping hairy crabs in fragrant vinegar and orange juice, while others, like Man Chu, carried water caltrops in lotus leaves, snacking as they walked. Business at the fish-slaughtering stall was excellent. The young girl’s green dress fluttered in the breeze, the few faint bloodstains upon it resembling blooming red plum blossoms, drawing no notice from the crowd.
"Why are you staring at me like that, Young Master Ting? I earned five taels today."
Chapter 87