The Department of Equipment was located near the Northern City Gate of Shangjing, chosen for its convenience in moving machinery.
Li Xianyun was awakened by the noise in front of the Department of Equipment as the carriage approached.
She had been tormented relentlessly by Yelu Yan these past days, feeling as though Yelu Yan had drained her completely. Yawning ceaselessly, she was listless and wilted, falling asleep on the desk as soon as she sat in the carriage.
Although her sleep was disturbed, Li Xianyun had at least managed to rest for a while and felt much more awake.
She opened the carriage window and lifted the curtain to look outside.
Before the solemn entrance of the Department of Equipment, a crowd of agitated Khitan citizens had gathered, each holding broken tools, demanding an explanation.
"If you want us to farm, at least provide us with decent tools. Look at this shovel, it's all rusty at the front and blunt, it can't turn the soil at all."