The sky was gray and covered with a fine falling snow.
In the distance, the Chengdu Prefecture seemed veiled by a white gauze, leaving only black and white between heaven and earth, exuding a unique aura.
Outside the city, the official road was a muddy mess.
Although the year-end was near, the official road leading to Chengdu Prefecture was still busy, with local people and passing merchants alike.
The wooden wheels of the carts creaked, occasionally sinking into mud pits.
The cart was covered in mud, looking unimpressive, but in reality, it was high-end, costing a good amount of silver.
The reason was simple; it was bound with iron hoops.
These wheels would have large iron hoops forged red-hot, inlaid onto wooden wheels, and fixed upon cooling.
Even on long journeys, there was no fear of the wheels falling apart.
Despite this, the iron hoops were rusty, and without replacement next year, they wouldn't last long.
The cart carried stacks of mutton.
