Putting away the sword sheath, Han Qiwu briefly explored the fiftieth floor. Finding nothing of interest, he took the cable car and left the mine.
Even though he really wanted to go home and rest, with Dragon Heads-Raising Day tomorrow, he decided to sell the gemstones he had tonight to see how much money he could save for the festival.
Han Qiwu looked up at the sky. The sunset was a deep red. He couldn't help but feel the strong breath of spring in the air. If it were winter, it would already be completely dark by now.
Passing by the wheat field from the Lantern Festival, Han Qiwu noticed four or five wooden poles stuck into the ground and some elderly folks sweeping the ground briskly with large brooms.
Curious, Han Qiwu rode his bike closer and shouted, "Auntie, mind telling me what you're all doing here?"
"Preparing for an evening party, you'll see tomorrow! No rush." The auntie replied with a hearty laugh.
