Oxheart Village

"Hey~~ I'm telling you, Shang Jing City was huge! If you went on foot, even walking for days and nights, you still wouldn't reach the end of it!!"

"Do you know how wide the roads in Shang Jing City were? Let me tell you, more than twenty carriages could race abreast with room to spare!"

"And the girls in Shang Jing City's brothels, tsk tsk tsk, never mind their looks—just hearing them call out once would make every bone in your body go soft."

"Good heavens, never mind the people of Shang Jing City—they ate every day like it was New Year's. Even the dogs raised by the roadside had meat to eat!"

Beneath the big tree at the entrance to Oxheart Village, Gouwa sat proudly atop a large rock with a rice bowl in hand, vividly bragging to the other ignorant tenant farmers around him about what he had seen in Shang Jing City some time ago.

These people had barely ever ventured a hundred li from the village in their entire lives, so naturally they had never seen the wider world. Gouwa had them utterly spellbound; they even forgot to eat the food in their bowls as they imagined the Shang Jing City he described.

Faced with their repeated cries of astonishment, Gouwa clearly relished it, and a sense of superiority rose naturally within him.

Then, like a great general setting out to war, Gouwa swept out one hand. "Hmph, Shang Jing City was only so-so. I didn't think much of it. If we're talking grandeur, it still had to be the imperial palace where the Emperor lived!"

"Good heavens, even the pillars and rooftops were inlaid with gold trim, and the ground beneath your feet was all jade. Just think about it—how much must that have been