On the road.
There were many carriages parked in groups of three to five. The people in the carriages were all frowning as if they had encountered a huge problem.
The road was blocked, so Tang Jinghong and Chu Qingzhi had no choice but to stop their horses.
Chu Qingzhi looked at the many carriages in front of her and thought to herself, Is this the ancient version of traffic jams?
"Jinghong, have you ever taken this road before?"
Tang Jinghong got off the horse. "Yes, but it's been three years. I don't know if there have been any changes now."
Someone beside them heard their conversation and took the initiative to say, "There are no changes, but there are more bandits. There are bandits in front who have set up a checkpoint. You have to pay half the value of the goods you are carrying in order to pass."
