It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Lin Moyang left Zhang Laojiu’s house.
Lin Changsheng, who had been waiting at the entrance of the alley, had not had a drop of water or a bite of food since his few mouthfuls of noodles at noon. Even so, every few seconds, his eyes would dart back to the gate of Zhang Laojiu’s courtyard. Although he now knew for certain that Lin Moyang had come to sell something to Zhang Laojiu, he still didn't know the specific time or place.
He had tried approaching the courtyard to see if he could overhear their conversation, but after circling the perimeter, he realized he couldn't hear a single sound. He had no choice but to return to his post at the alley entrance and wait for a miracle. Under the scorching sun, famished and parched, Lin Changsheng looked half-dead.
Chapter 95