When the caravan entered Xiping, it was already ten days later. The climate here was a bit warmer than in Luoyang. Because of the bustling winter planting last year, both sides of the road were now lined with fields of towering wheat.
Since entering Yu State, Zhao Yi had been astounded by the vibrant life here, so vastly different from the scenes in Luoyang.
People walking on the road were all smiling, with looks of contentment and happiness that Zhao Yi hadn't seen in many years.
In his memory, such expressions were only seen occasionally on people's faces during his childhood.
But now, most people in Yu State were like this, and from them, he felt a vigor akin to spring.
There were still many barren fields on either side, but many had been cultivated, growing wheat, millet, sorghum, and beans that he could recognize, and many things he could not name.
Upon entering Xiping, amazement turned into awe.
