Both of them walked through the long street, all the way to the southern gate. To this day, the place was still overcrowded, but most who came were not locals.
Since the news of airplanes delivering grain had spread, tourists from all over had come by reputation. Tourism had not yet become widespread in this world, but Thistlefort seemed to be changing that bit by bit.
"This place is like an internet-famous city now." Chaoyang sighed as he looked at all the people who had come to see the flying wonders, "I heard that the railway companies in neighboring cities, unwilling to dispatch trains to Thistlefort, were protested by the local nobles. Now, the schedule of passenger trains is even busier than before the famine."
"Isn't that a good thing, though? At least the transportation of food won't be hindered," Ailuodi replied, "But if Thistlefort wants to become an internet-famous city, there is one big disadvantage right now."
"What?"
