It was a rest day.
Jin Qianqian pointed at the ships docked in the harbor. "Those are all cargo ships. The real fishing boats aren't docked here; they're over in the corners on either side."
Ancient Wen Heng helped Jin Qianqian avoid the mud on the ground. Although the road here had been repaired before, the constant traffic of horse-drawn carriages had already left it riddled with holes.
Jin Qianqian frowned as she watched a carriage struggle over the bumpy, pitted road, needing people to push it along. "They always say if you want to get rich, you have to build roads first. These people come in and out of here every day, yet none of them bother to put in a little effort to level this road."
Ancient Wen Heng shook his head. "It all comes down to self-interest. Come on, let's go look over there. We can buy some more seafood to take back today."
