The red sun was scorching hot, and not a single person could be seen on the official road in front of the city gate for a long time.
Rough men squatted in the shade of the trees, bare-chested and holding broken cattail fans. Listening to the whirring sound, they complained: "You think Mr. Qu is crazy. It's a hot day, and we are not short of money. We have no business to take care of." It’s not like you’re here to sell watermelons!”
"Look at your virtue, I don't understand."
A man with a shrewd face said plausibly, "Recently, the roads are becoming more and more chaotic. Qingzhou, Yuzhou, Yangzhou...Hey! Those large and small Jianghu sects are going crazy, and some of them are starting to fight!" "My eyes are red with killing."
"really?"
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