Fear is where ghosts reside, itch is where fleas thrive.
The more a person worries about something, the more likely it will happen.
The Daoist was far away on the opposite bank, yet even with a rapid river in between, everyone still felt a tightness in their scalps.
Baisha Ferry is a tributary of Baisha River. If Baisha River was a giant tree, then Baisha Ferry would be a small twig on it.
At present, a group of constables were exerting themselves to steer the boat, like an ant clinging to the twig, swaying up and down in the turbulent river water.
"Zhao Yuan, quickly go back to the cabin and look after Shopkeeper Xu and Steward Cai, I'll steer here!" Zhao Zhonghe shouted to his nephew.
Back then, his nephew and Xu Qing participated in the child student exams together in the same year.
However, the Zhao Family did not have the fortune of scholars; Zhao Yuan studied diligently for five or six years and still failed the child student exams.
