The citizens of the border city were already used to sandstorms. Although there had been a lot of them recently, fortunately, the scale was not big and did not affect their lives. Moreover, the sand brought by these sandstorms was very different from before. In the past, it was dry yellow sand that ran away when the wind blew. This time, they seemed to feel that the color of the land at their doorstep had darkened after the sandstorm.
Without the Xiongnu people doing evil and benefiting from farming and selling sheep, the commoners were in a good mood, so they did not pay much attention to it. Only Xiaoxiao often paced in the empty space with her hands behind her back—
This was not an ordinary sandstorm. This was a special sandstorm, hahahaha!
Initially, she was worried that the commoners would not be able to make the seeds grow. Now, hehehe.
