"Four-foot, five-foot, six-foot, chi-ba scroll, two zhang—wonder which type of xuan paper the young lady has her eye on?" a young shopkeeper with an air of scholarly refinement asked politely.
The strangest thing about this young shopkeeper, however, was that while he clearly ran a business in broad daylight, he still wore a dark bamboo hat.
The hat tilted downward, and its dark gauze veil draped all the way to the floor like a young maiden's. Wasn't he worried he wouldn't see where he was going, tripped over the veil, and made his customers laugh? How could that possibly drum up business?
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