On the official road of Luocheng City.
An old ox stepped slowly, pulling the cart into the dusk. Time seemed to slow along with its pace, allowing the warm, orange-red sunlight to engulf everyone like a tide.
The road was bustling with traffic; some people were driving ox carts toward Luocheng, while others carried unsold fruit back to the suburbs.
Bai Li sat on the ox cart and waved to an old man carrying a shoulder pole: "Old man, why haven't your oranges sold out? There are still so many left in your pole."
The old man approached the ox cart: "Young and handsome sir, the oranges were damaged by frost during the snow a few days ago. No one wants to buy them."
Bai Li asked curiously, "How much are you selling the oranges for?"
The old man hurriedly replied, "Two coins per pound."
Bai Li smiled and took out a piece of broken silver from her hair, handing it over: "Here, we'll take all your oranges so you don't have to carry them back."
