In order to save time, they just bought things and left in the past few days, and ate them during breaks along the way. Time was really tight.
We arrived at the capital of the Snow Saint Kingdom on the 20th, having traveled 800 miles a day.
People were coming and going on the street, and everyone had smiles on their faces.
It seems that they have forgotten the disaster of destroying their country.
I don’t know whether I should say that these people are too strong, or that it really doesn’t matter whoever becomes the king, as long as they are given food to eat and clothes to wear.
"Give me, give me..." a young man in coarse cloth carrying firewood shouted loudly, pushing forward while carrying two large bundles of firewood.
The already crowded streets, with his two loads of firewood almost as tall as a man, were blocked and it became even more difficult to walk.
"Drive, the firewood man, lean over..."
A carriage drove up ahead. It looked quite gorgeous. An ordinary middle-aged coachman with a long head on the handlebars drove the carriage while shouting at the man carrying firewood.
In the carriage, a middle-aged man with a fat body opened the curtain and looked at the flow of people outside with an annoyed face, while waving a fan and fanning the sweat on his forehead.
"Oh..." The young farmer carrying firewood immediately leaned aside respectfully after hearing the voice, obviously not daring to offend these rich people.
And when he leaned in, several people around him were blocked. They had no way to move forward, so they had to take a detour, and he got stuck next to Liu Yue, who was holding the horse.
The carriage coming from the opposite direction moved slowly through the street and followed Xuanyuan Che who was walking outside.
"Young man, how much does this firewood cost per load?" A middle-aged housewife-like woman walked over from the opposite side. Seeing that the firewood was good, she asked casually and stopped.