As they left the village, the sky remained overcast throughout the journey.
The seasoned old farmers could tell at a glance that the nighttime temperatures might plummet, and snow was likely to fall at dawn.
Unfortunately, there wasn't a proper farmer among the group. As Liu Ji drove the carriage, he merely felt colder and colder, mumbling, "Traveling in winter is really a punishment for humans."
In a daze, he thought back to the days of delivering grain to the Northern Territory last year. In the blink of an eye, it had already been a year.
A year seemed short, but during this time, there was first a locust plague outside, followed by famine, making everything a chaotic mess.
Yet, their village seemed like a utopia, establishing a stationery factory, building roads, and everyone in the village had built large houses, making the situation unbelievably good.
