At the East Gate.
The soldiers guarding the city stopped him and asked with a cold face,"pass!"
Xiao ran took out the token of the great Confucians of Jiyin Academy. Other than the two small words 'Jiyin', there was also the word 'Yan', which represented his current identity.
"My Lord!" The soldier hurriedly knelt on the ground.
He kept the token and entered the capital.
The capital city of Zhou state was similar to the capital city of great Xia. Both were very lively and prosperous.
The market was filled with people.
It was a sea of black.
On both sides of the street, there were hawkers setting up their stalls. The sound of their shouts and shouts made people stop and linger around their stalls.
"Young master, you want candied gourd?" A little girl holding a wooden frame with dozens of candied Haws on it stopped in front of him.
A pair of big, bright eyes were staring at him.
"How much?" Xiao ran asked.
"A string of five wens."