The next day, Zhao Yan loaded all the dried persimmons from home onto an ox cart and arrived early at the entrance of the grain shop.
Because it was too early, the grain shop hadn't opened yet. At this hour, only the distant calls of vendors selling steamed buns and other small stalls could be heard, drifting over faintly and indistinctly.
Both Zhao Yan and Zhao Gao had rushed out in the morning without breakfast, and now father and son were starving. Hearing the calls for steamed buns, Zhao Yan could already imagine how delicious and tender a freshly steamed bun would be.
Chapter 129