Ting-a-ling ting-a-ling.
The bell tinkled as the big horse stopped in the middle of the road and didn't move, with a flick of its tail, the steaming horse manure hit the ground, emitting a half-stinky animal odor that slowly spread. The feces quickly froze solid, yet the scent lingered for a long time.
Cha Qing was not surprised and rubbed his nose, picking up the fresh mutton to take home.
After half a year of living and earnest learning,
It's impossible to say he had no accent, but as long as the locals spoke slower and avoided professional terms, normal communication posed no problem.
Squeak.
The courtyard gate opened, and Cha Qing smelled a surge of spice, feeling a touch disgruntled.
"Why did you start eating before I got back?"
"What's he babbling about?"
"He's asking why we started eating. Before you arrived, sir, we used Snow Mountain language in daily conversations to learn it faster."
