Nan Feng couldn't help but reassure the boatman, "Don't worry, it'll get better slowly. The imperial court won't just stand by and do nothing."
The boatman took the opportunity to curse the officials, "Yeah, right! The mountain's high and the Emperor's far away. He can't manage our affairs here. The governor is said to be old, his subordinates can handle us alright, but take on the bandits? They don't have the ability to do so."
Nan Feng sighed and chose to say no more.
She thought, perhaps this is the struggle for imperial power. In the end, the common folk are always the ones to suffer.
When they had reached County, Nan Feng disembarked from the ship, only to find this place even more desolate.
The usual bustling docks were almost deserted now; even the place usually dotted with carriages did not have a single one to hire.
As Long San had said, County was the most afflicted.
Nan Feng had no choice but to walk to Spikenard Square.
