In the early morning, a business road in the south of the Yangtze River was covered with fog due to the scorching heat. A caravan on its way was intercepted by an official.
"Stop! What are you selling? Come down and check."
The officers who intercepted them all looked tired, and it was obvious that they had been waiting on this road all night. What was strange was that two middle-aged men in Taoist robes followed behind this large group of officers. These two people did not mix with others, but just followed far behind and meditated, sitting there without caring about worldly affairs.
The manager of the caravan quickly dismounted, nodded and bowed and said: "Master, we came back from the north to sell skins. We are doing our own business. It is convenient for you..."
As he spoke, he skillfully took out a purse from his sleeve and stuffed it into it.
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