Qi Suian had been staying in this place called Cyan Bamboo Village for the better part of a month.
He quickly got to know most of the villagers. Basically, everyone knew who Qi Suian was and that he lived in the southeast corner of the village.
He was also a good worker, and everyone praised him for being diligent.
He did have a flaw, though: he was always running off to the nearby town. But since he was poor, he couldn't buy anything and just went to watch the excitement.
Most people only made a few comments behind his back, treating it as idle gossip. Few would say anything to his face.
After all, it was his business, so it wasn't their place to interfere.
"Something doesn't feel right about the weather. The sun seems a bit too strong, doesn't it?" Qi Suian estimated that it hadn't rained for quite some time.
