"Man-made disaster..."
Lin Er You chewed on these two words and shook his feather fan: "Yanwei, you're overthinking it."
He walked to the railing and gazed at the distant Guan Du Port.
The vast waves of Dongting Lake extended for a thousand miles, endless silent winds and moonlight, ending here, transforming into the bustling pier.
Lin Er You pointed forward with his feather fan.
"Yanwei, look at this Guan Du Port; a thousand years ago, before the Liang Kingdom was founded, even with this fertile land and vast lake, it was still nothing here."
"But because it became a main thoroughfare between the two counties, a must-pass for city sieges, people gathered, leading to these riverside willow bridges, green curtains, homes of hundreds of thousands."
"High buildings rise where the sails pass, humanity bustling with life."
"Yanwei, do you know what all this hustle and bustle means?"
Lin Er You smiled and glanced sideways at Zhou Yanwei.
