Chen Shi was the youngest, and since he was injured, he received a lot of care from the others, who gave him all the tasty and fun things.
Chen Shi thought to himself, "These children of noble families aren't bad, not all of them are terrible people."
On the postal road, there were quite a few Scholars on foot, their bookcases piled with various sundries: replacement garments, dried food, drinking water, bedding, and items such as books, inkstones, brushes, and ink, the piles towering two to three heads higher than themselves, wobbling precariously.
These Scholars often wore hemp clothes, and even if they wore cotton, they might have two or three patches. They traveled in groups of three or five along the postal road.
Whenever they encountered the convoy of Chen Shi, Zhou Qianying, and others, they would stand by the roadside, slowing down to avoid getting hit.
