After running about for a day again, in the night they rested in a small village on the way; the village was very small; following a single road, one could walk from the start to the end; in the middle was a small inn, transformed from the previous owner’s courtyard house; it had been a few years, and was even more broken-down than A Tang’s inn; on entering the inn, there was a scent of horse hooves and wet rice straw blended with mildew. The four, bustling in, called for and cast about glances for a few bowls of noodles, and then without more talking, went directly to the rear court to rest. The inn was small and the inhabitants were few, and the waiter wasn’t particularly enthusiastic; only after plucking her brows for a good half the day did A Yin call for a few buckets of hot water, using a few to clean her body which had been wet for a day. Tu Laoyao, naked, leaned inside the bathing bucket, groaning and moaning difficultly in pain; the majority of the day’s silence had been stuff...