The meal lasted until 9 p.m. before it concluded.
After sending Xiaotou back to Datian Bay, Bai Qi and Ah Di Bai Ming returned to their mud house under the night sky.
They lit the copper oil lamp, and its dim glow illuminated the two figures inside, one large and one small.
"This tag is really beautiful."
Bai Qi sat on a low stool, carefully examining the waist tag that could serve as a road pass.
There's nothing extraordinary about it; it's made from the most common bamboo from the mountains, sliced and carved.
It's light in the hand and roughly made. If sold at a stall, even ten cents would be considered expensive.
But at the Fishery Hall on Red Slot Street, even if it's five taels of silver per piece, there's a large crowd rushing to get them.
"This is the power of rules. Dragon Court has established a system of three registers and six households, distinguishing ranks clearly.
