The horse-head walls of Huizhou loomed vaguely in the morning mist. As Zhang Yifan's Wooden Ox convoy rounded the bluestone lane, the ox's hooves went *clack-clack* against the flagstones, sending a Huizhou ink stick rattling out of Huwa's arms and into the gutter. Huwa was busy sticking ink sticks onto the Wooden Ox's glazed eyes to serve as "eyebrows."
"You little rascal!" Zhang Yifan chased after him, rattling his abacus. "The veteran craftsmen of the ink workshop guard those ink sticks like their own eyeballs, and you're using them for decorations?"
Huwa crouched by the gutter, groping for the ink stick, a patch of moss smudged on the tip of his nose. "Brother Fan, look! This ink stick is carved with a ghost face. When the bugs see it, they'll surely think it's King Yama's ledger!"
Chapter 41