「The next day, early in the morning.」
Lu Yuan rode in a horse-drawn carriage, yawning, as he and the old steward arrived at the East City Gate.
Outside the East City Gate, the area was as bustling as ever.
Even though several hundred people from the East City Gate had been taken to the wastelands last night...
However, for a city like Taiping City, which saw a high volume of traffic on the main provincial highway, a few hundred people were utterly insignificant.
The area around the East City Gate was still exceptionally lively.
At the morning market lining both sides of the road, large pots billowed with white steam.
Travelers who had been on the road all night now slowed their pace to grab a flatbread to eat and a bowl of cornmeal porridge to drink.
After all, the same items had one price inside the city and another outside.
After passing through the East City Gate, Lu Yuan stepped out of the carriage and stood beside the driver, surveying his surroundings.
