The reclamation of the Blackfire Land was proceeding in full swing.
Though the pitted Charcoal Ash Avenue was simple and rough, it effectively kept supplies moving throughout the territory.
At this moment, the sun was shining brightly.
The Charcoal Ash Avenue across the Shattered Snowfield was wet from the melting snow.
Yet charcoal ash's excellent drainage preserved the road's stability, preventing it from turning into a muddy mess under the snowmelt. However, construction had been rushed, and the roadbed had not been repeatedly compacted, leaving it rather uneven.
Toothy Miller sat in his carriage. Even with bedding laid down, the jolting nearly broke his old back.
"Miller, are we there yet?" he asked, unable to resist lifting the carriage curtain to question his eldest son driving ahead.
His eldest son was also named Miller. Many serfs were like that, passing the same name down from one generation to the next.
However, his eldest son had a red birthmark on his face, earning him the nickname Scarface Miller. "Not yet, Father."
"Pick a smoother route. This old man's bones are about to fall apart."
"Father, why do you insist on putting yourself through all this and coming to the Blackfire Land to suffer?" Scarface Miller complained. "We have our General Store in town, and another at Wuyou Snake Manor. Isn't it enough to just run those shops?"
Toothy Miller was the owner of the General Store at Wuyou Snake Manor.
Hearing this, he shot his eldest son a glare. "If this old man didn't work hard, would you idiots still be able to eat your fill?"
Scarface Miller shrank his neck.
Once Toothy Miller got going, he could not stop. "The family only has a few copper coins, and every one of you has already stopped wanting to work. You want