"Move aside, cobbler, your cart is blocking the way!"
"The box has overturned, my friend, can't you wait a moment?"
"Bang!"
"Ah! My newly bought carriage!"
Under the newly constructed walls of Xiaochi City, made of rubble and mortar, the congested traffic lined up like a dragon behind the heavy fir gate, the square nails on which were still marked by the scorching fire half a year ago.
It was during that time that Xiaochi City was harshly struck by decrees.
Back then, the Juanist Faction and the Church had not yet torn their faces apart. Mindful of the monastery's reputation, Prince Kongdai only conducted simple plundering of artisans and laborers outside the city.
After executing a group of city councilors and extorting a wave of wealth, he withdrew on his own.
Yet, through trade with Langsande County in mortar and grain, Xiaochi City surprisingly regained some of its former prosperity.
