Capital.
Peaceful Mind Studio.
It has been two days since Old Xu's grain shop was sealed off, and Old Zhang's previously gleeful expression has now turned gloomy.
"Damn the Prince of Ping'an's Mansion..."
Old Zhang cursed quietly in the steamed bun shop, but there was no way that Liang Sheng's ears wouldn't hear it. As for this, Liang Sheng could only shake his head and wry smile.
He had previously thought it was just a small upheaval, but later more and more wealthy households in the north of the city were implicated, so the streets had become deserted.
Because of this, Old Zhang became upset, as his steamed bun shop's business had plummeted without the foot traffic.
At this time, Liang Sheng was sitting in a lounge chair with a book in hand, but his thoughts gradually drifted away. The unrest probably wouldn't calm down in a short period of time.
