We did encounter a small group of refugees during the journey, but since there were many of them, nothing serious happened, so we arrived in the capital smoothly as we wished.
The capital city has also been bustling recently.
Everyone was gossiping about various things, and the most talked about topic was naturally the cooking competition.
Then there is the matter of Shangshan Town.
"This town official really deserves to die! He deserves to have his head chopped off!"
“Isn’t it?!”
"For a little selfish desire, he actually took the money given by the court, causing the dam to collapse and drowning many people! He deserves to die!"
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When Song Yue's carriage entered the city, he heard people on the street talking.
Ding Xiang lifted the curtains and looked at the prosperous scenes on both sides. She couldn't help but sigh, "I thought Wucheng was big enough, but I didn't expect Beijing to be even bigger!"
Their carriage entered the capital from the west gate and was thoroughly inspected by the officials guarding the gate before being allowed in. Once they entered, it was a completely different world; even the road for the carriage was extremely spacious.
The city gate was ridiculously high.
Song Yue was a little shocked. Hearing about it and seeing it with one's own eyes are two different things.
She knew early on that the development here was actually quite good. After all, Wucheng was already considered prosperous, and there were many more things than when she was in the town.
Only when I arrived in the capital did I realize that it was just a drop in the bucket. As I entered the city gate, I saw that the shops here were already very beautiful and people were dressed exquisitely.
Because it is close to the city gate, there are many inns and restaurants here.
There are also post stations where caravans stop. There are two types of them, one organized by their private chamber of commerce, and the other organized by the government. The caravan that Song Yue and his friends followed was a well-known one among the private sector and did not transport official goods, so they stayed at a private caravan post station.
The caravan station is different from an ordinary inn. It has a large warehouse for storing items.
So they had to separate.
An Jin bowed his hands and thanked the caravan leader. They had taken good care of him along the way and he should be grateful. "When we find a place to stay, we will definitely treat you, Brother Xiao, to a good meal!"
The caravan leader smiled and said he was polite, "We are so lucky to have such good guests like you."
As he spoke, he patted An Jin's small body and said that their caravan would stay for about a month and that they had some acquaintances in the capital and that they could look for them if they encountered any trouble.
The guards on An Jin's side were very skilled, and during their free time on the road, the two sides had a lot of sparring sessions, which also provided a good training for the caravan members.
Xiao Qiang, the boss of the caravan, expressed his satisfaction and valued talents like An Jin.
An Jin naturally smiled and said no problem, his smile was quite genuine, and he had already started thinking about winning over all the other party's acquaintances within this month.
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