Erguotou has two jobs, but only one head to handle them. So more often than not, the jianghu crowd sees him t…
Erguotou has two jobs, but only one head to handle them.
So more often than not, the jianghu crowd sees him tending the wine jars while frantically doodling and scribbling in a ledger. If you did not know any better, you would think he was drafting a letter to some important person.
By nightfall, that whole running account turns into just a few dry lines in Shixiang's daily business report. Erguotou hates that so much he has flipped Shixiang's table more than once.
Does it really matter whether there are more words or fewer?
In the end, it is all down to the reader's taste.