There was a platform halfway up Moon Embracing Mountain.
It stretched nearly three hundred meters east to west and over a hundred meters north to south, larger than two football fields.
At the platform's northern end stood a straight cliff face five or six meters high.
Its southern boundary connected to the mountain slope in a gentle curve.
Seven stone stairways extended from the boundary in different directions down the slope, passing through terraced fields and covering the entire southern side of Moon Embracing Mountain all the way to its base.
Chen Mu followed a two-meter-wide stone stairway to the entrance of the platform.
A huge stone block two meters tall sat beside the steps.
Its south-facing side had been neatly flattened, with three large characters engraved into it—Cold Moon Workshop.
Because time had been tight, Cold Moon Workshop had not been built very thoroughly.
The dirt ground was still uneven and pitted.
The wooden cabins in the Market still carried the fresh scent of felled trees.
On the outer walls of some buildings, green branches and leaves could still be seen.
Chen Mu went straight to Hundred Herbs Pavilion and handed a list of medicinal ingredients to the clerk.
The gray-clad attendant, a smiling man in his thirties, wore a full set of short work clothes. But after reading Chen Mu's list, his expression turned bitter.
"Customer, I'm truly sorry. The other medicinal ingredients are manageable, but we don't have Purple Leaf Fragrance or Snake Grass Whisker."
"When will you have them?" Chen Mu frowned slightly.
"If we can't resume trade with the outside world soon, we'll have to wait until the medicine fields are harvested."
"For those two ingredients, you'll have to wait at least half a year."
Chen Mu refused to give up. "Don't you have any