บท 375: Guest at the Gate

Early morning, Bai Town.

The county-level city had quite a few small morning fairs but only a single big one, which was opened right outside the western ring of the town. All year round, for the three hours between five and eight in the morning, the street several hundred meters long was jammed by the busy market.

Small tradespeople and peddlers gathered here from the suburbs, and one would not be surprised to find any odd thing sold here. Of course, that was before everything had happened. Starting from the middle of last year, this morning fair was going into recession.