Peng ze followed Lu Zheng to the bottom of the well.
The well wasn't big, and one could climb it with all four limbs. There was no moss or other plants around, so people must have come and gone often.
Like Lu Zheng, Peng ze thought of a possibility. This well might not only be connected to the great Zhou Dynasty.
Very quickly, Lu Zheng climbed up to the well. He stopped for a moment, stopped the movement outside, then pushed open the wooden board blocking the well and flipped up.
It was bright outside. It should be noon when they looked at the sun. They had been walking for a day and a night since they blew up the stones on the road yesterday morning.
The well was a family's courtyard, but from the looks of it, no one lived there.
It was raining here. Other than the wet soil, there were no footprints on the ground, not to mention the traces of wheels.
