If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button againIn order to save time, they go after shopping these days. They eat when they rest along the way. It's too tight. On the 20th, I arrived at the capital of Xuesheng country, and I had to travel 800 Li a day.
People came and went in the street, and everyone was smiling.
As if they had forgotten their destruction.
I don't know whether these people are too strong or who is really king. Just give them food and clothes.
"Let go, let go..." A young man with a thick cloth carrying firewood shouted loudly, carrying two bundles of firewood, and pushed forward.
The originally crowded streets made his two loads of firewood, which was almost manned, more and more difficult to walk.
"Drive, the man who carries firewood leans to the side......"
There was a carriage in front of us. It looked gorgeous. A long ordinary middle-aged coachman in the handlebar style drove the carriage while facing the man carrying the firewood with a voice.
In the carriage, a middle-aged man with fat body lifted the curtain and looked at the flow of people outside angrily, waving a fan to fan the sweat of that forehead.
"Whoa..." The boy, who was carrying firewood, immediately leaned aside respectfully, obviously not daring to offend these rich people.
However, he had to make a detour because he had no way to move forward, and he was near Ryukyu, who was holding the horse.
And the carriage from the opposite side moved slowly from the street, following xuanyuanche, who was walking in the periphery.
"How much is the firewood, young man?" A middle-aged housewife like woman came across from the opposite side, saw this firewood is good, asked casually, and stood still.
"This firewood..."
"Thief, hit the thief..."
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