Zhou Ming was like a little follower, with a rolled-up bedding on his back and several strings of cured bacon and freshly slaughtered beef in his hands. The bag was so full that the straw ropes used to hang the meat were so tight that his fingers turned purple.
He followed Nathan Wei closely, and from a distance, he looked like a little boy reciting a lesson behind a scholar.
The autumn rain was still falling softly, and the people passing by glanced at the fresh beef in Zhou Ming's hand, whose muscles were still throbbing, and cast envious and longing looks at him.
The Daqian government forbade the slaughter of working oxen, and even more so the eating of beef.
Violators will be punished with thirty lashes of the cane. It is not worth it to be beaten to pieces for a meal of beef.
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