The camp had to develop.
At the very least, the problems of food and warmth had to be solved.
The sun pierced through the thick fog.
The stall owners' families came one after another.
Then, the first batch of customers began to arrive.
They had just come from the Red House, their bodies still carrying the thick scent of cosmetics.
They came to the market specifically to buy some trinkets and snacks to take back and appease their families.
Tang Wen strolled about casually, making frequent purchases. He bought something from every stall he visited.
Although he hadn't spent more than a few taels of silver in total, the vendors all stared eagerly at this wealthy young master, hoping he would come to their stalls.
The patrons of the Red House finished their shopping and left.
The women from the Red House, wrapped in greatcoats made of Beast Skins, came out onto the street.
They slept during the day and worked at night—the night shift.
