Qi Cheng wiped his tears as he followed along.
The heavy camp tent opened, and the starry sky scattered into the camp, illuminating Wo Long's blue robe.
Xu Wencai quietly gazed up at the heavenly star constellations, not knowing how long it was before he murmured softly, breaking the silence: "So fast."
Yes, so fast!
Thinking back fifty years ago, when he was in his thirties and had achieved nothing, for he had offended the local examiners and had never even managed to pass the exam to become a Scholar his entire life.
Others might fail the exams but at least could call themselves "poor Scholars," a small achievement in distinction, yet he was merely "an old scholar."
Due to lack of productive work and the cost of reading books consuming Silver Coin, the Xu Family, which was already struggling to make ends meet, became increasingly impoverished.
