Zhang Jian held an oil umbrella, appearing just like an ordinary young master from a wealthy family, queued to enter the city like everyone else. Seeing people ahead take out travel permits and copper coins as entry fees, he waved his hand and conjured a travel permit, tossed several coins, and stepped into the small town amidst the rain.
This small town made Zhang Jian feel as if he had returned to Fengxi County.
He held the oil umbrella; though a light rain fell around, under the eaves lining both sides of the street, there were still hunters and vendors calling out.
Entering and exiting the town wasn't easy; at least one had to earn back the entry fee.
There were also ordinary farmers selling mountain crops and offering pedicures.
Zhang Jian held his oil umbrella, walked along the pebbled path, and to his surprise, even though the town was small, it wasn't shabby; the channels were well organized, and rainwater flowed out of the city through the comprehensive drains.
