The stone millstones of Cyan Ox Village were edged with ice crystals. Zhang Yifan was crouched inside the belly of a Wooden Ox, fine-tuning the gears, when he suddenly heard a loud thump. Huwa came tumbling into the workshop, hugging a yak hide bigger than a person. "Brother Fan! The yak hide sent by the Tibet Chieftain is big enough to make ten capes for the Wooden Ox!"
The young man poked his head out, looking at the crooked ghost-face graffiti scrawled on the hide, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Did you use their tribute as a drawing pad?"
"This is called an 'anti-counterfeiting mark'!" Huwa put his hands on his hips, his nose tip smudged with sawdust. "When those Tibet bugs see my ghost face, I guarantee they'll run all the way back to the snow mountains!"
Chapter 24