“Are you two in need of a ferry? We just caught some fresh fish…” A pretty boatwoman paddled her ship to the shore, smiling.0

When she saw the two people on the shore, however, she let out an “eh?” and her smile stiffened. It was clear from her face that they weren’t the kind of customers she was looking for.0

Zhao Changhe and Cui Yuanyang looked at each other. Both of their clothes were dirty and worn-out, and their faces were covered in dirt. Cui Yuanyang’s rabbit fur coat, originally snow-white, was now gray and tattered, fur and cotton jutting out of her clothes in disarray. Together with the filth on her skin, no matter how one looked at it, she appeared no different from a beggar.0

This was the result of crossing mountains and forests for three or four days straight while braving the rain.0

Both of them stood there expressionless, not realizing the sheer stench that wafted to the boats from their bodies.0

Cui Yuanyang said in a low voice to Zhao Changhe, “She’s shooing us away. Could she be an ordinary boatwoman?”0

Zhao Changhe was relieved that the idiot beside him was actually pondering this rather than crying about people pushing them away. She’s really becoming less and less like an idiot. Has she also lost some of her cuteness?0

Zhao Changhe sized up the ship. The boatwoman...0