The sun had already risen, and the morning wind swept through the reeds, leaving a desolate air.
After half a day and a night, Liang Qu had arrived at the territory of Fengbu County.
As he approached the shore, he passed several villages and small markets, witnessing scenes quite different from those in Pingyang County.
The price of grain in Pingyang County had risen sharply, causing many to bitterly complain, but it was after all a man-made disaster, not a natural calamity.
There were no floods or droughts, and the crops in the fields were growing well. With aid from neighboring prefectures, life was barely manageable.
Everyone knew that if they could just get through this period and harvest a crop of rice, life would improve considerably afterward.
Furthermore, with prominent families flocking to construct buildings, erecting grand residences on flat land that changed by the day, there was a palpable sense of vitality.
Fengbu County, on the other hand, was utterly lifeless.
