These little yakshas carried poles or pitchforks on their shoulders, with their own packs hanging, often a cloth bag filled with stale food and paper money, moving slowly forward.
Chen Shi stepped forward to inquire, and a little yaksha said: "The owner here wants to host a banquet and is hiring some diligent little yakshas for chores, offering high wages. We're here to try our luck, maybe we can find some work. The residence doesn't need big yakshas, so waiting in line won't help you."
Chen Shi smiled and said: "I'm just passing by, not here to compete for work. What's the name of the owner here? What's their background?"
"I don't know."
Chen Shi asked a few little yakshas, but none knew the name of the courtyard's owner.
