When he got to the gate, Lu Sheng glanced down at the ground. Clear shoe prints dotted the thick snow alongside the tire marks of carriages.
Obviously, the people who lived here traveled often; otherwise, it would be impossible to leave such clear footprints in such weather.
Lu Sheng walked up, and knocked on the door gently.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Is anyone home?" Lu Sheng's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough for everyone inside to hear him.
Soon, a series of footsteps hurried toward the door.
With a creak, the door opened. A delicate, pale face appeared. It was a young girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old.
"You are?" the girl asked in a small. She was using a Northern accent.
"I'm a passerby, and I'm looking for lodging for the night. I don't know whether or not it is convenient, but I'm willing to pay." Lu Sheng took out a piece of silver and handed it over.