Late in the afternoon, as the sun was about to set, a golden hue shrouded the shops of Baojiao County. In the dining hall of Medicine King Hall, there were tables, and some people were eating at them, but many workers were accustomed to squatting on the ground to eat.
"Even in long robes, they can't change the habit of squatting to eat; this bunch really shouldn't even dream of becoming apprentices," said Nian Jiao, an apprentice eating at a table, glancing disdainfully at Chen Ku, Zhang Erniu, and other workers squatting nearby, watching them eat messily without concealing his contempt.
"Brother Nian, why bother with those country bumpkins? Better to think about this year's martial exam. Once we pass, even within the hall, we'll be treated just like the masters," said Peng Hanbing, sitting next to Nian Jiao.