A few horse-drawn carts gathered together, the carriage and the horses' bodies blocking the increasingly strong wind on the plain day by day. A few merchants formed a circle, holding a wine jug, a large piece of meat, and a dagger, sharing food and drinks at leisure.
One of them, a somewhat skinny man with sunken cheeks, saw a rounded-faced merchant walking back and called out a couple of times, handing his things over. The latter seemed familiar with them and took it without hesitation, slicing off a large piece of meat with the dagger and began chewing vigorously.
The skinny man showed a slight smile and said:
"You're not being polite at all."
The round-faced merchant took a sip of wine and laughed, "We've been friends for twenty or thirty years. If I were polite with you, wouldn't I be looking down on you?"
The skinny man smiled, clearly indifferent, while another tightened his clothes and looked at the round-faced merchant curiously, saying:
