White clouds drift leisurely, and the sky is clear and bright.
It is not yet the beginning of spring, and the world is still cold, but today is a rare fine weather.
The sun shines warmly on the body, and if there's no wind, not only does it not feel cold, but it's somewhat comfortable.
Hooves tread on the dirt road, making a clattering sound, accompanied by the creaking of wagon wheels, and a caravan is slowly moving forward.
The guards at the front are wrapped in winter clothing, covered with a full load of frost and wind along the way.
The Shopkeeper rubbed his somewhat reddened nose and glanced back at a carriage behind him.
He always couldn't help but keep an eye on the most peculiar group of people in the caravan...
To be honest, when Old Man Sun came to him to let a group of unknown people join the caravan.
Shopkeeper Zhou's heart was indeed filled with vehement rejection.
The purpose of merchant trading is to buy low and sell high.
