It's said that hearing about something is nothing compared to seeing it with your own eyes.
Leaving the Fang Mansion, Fang Zheng's private carriage traveled along the main road, lacking the ease of usual days, having to stop and go, frequently avoiding the pedestrians.
The curtain of the carriage lifted.
The flow of people on the road was far denser than usual.
Chief Luo had mentioned that recently, the number of people pouring into the county town was more than double its original population.
Previously, it went unnoticed.
Today,
he truly witnessed it.
The heavy snow from a few days ago had just melted, with the snow seeping into the soil, turning what was once solid ground into a muddy mess.
Especially by the roadside, where sludge and grime mingled.
Figures either crouched, lay, or leaned against street corners, all in tattered clothes, eyes vacant, silent as if they were frozen sculptures.
