The carriage was pulled by two docile oxen, and the noise of their hooves on the paved road created a loud clatter.
Inside the carriage, one of the passengers, a thin sharp-eyed man with a thick moustache grumbled, "You would think that with the large sum of money extorted from us, they would at least provide us with some sort of first class treatment. But no, tsk. Just this bloody ride."
Kong Xiang glanced at this man who had already complained for the forty-fifth time now since they started the journey. It was particularly bad as it had barely been ten minutes since the oxen started moving.
Another passenger beside Kong Xiang could not take it any longer and spoke, "I don't think whining about it changes anything, mate. Maybe we should just relax in the discomfort and listen in silence, no?"
