Late night.
The entire city quieted down.
Ever since Wei Hongbin's cavalry entered the city, even the night watchman had given up.
So at this moment, besides the faint barking of dogs, the entire city was exceedingly quiet, and the streets were deserted.
Zhu San, carrying a bundle of pig guts, staggered drunkenly down the street, humming a tune occasionally.
He was a butcher, having just slaughtered a fat pig for a familiar family, and then stayed to enjoy a good drink.
The butcher's routine was to keep the pig's innards after the slaughter, and coupled with a satisfying meal, Zhu San was very content at this moment.
He planned to take these pig innards to his lover's house in the east of the city for the night. Surely, with these innards, Chunniang would be even more tender towards him.
Thinking of this, Zhu San felt warm all over and quickened his pace.
After turning out of the alley and walking a short distance along the main street, he would reach Chunniang's house.
