The mountain road had been widened several times, enough for flatbed carts to pass up and down, but it still couldn't be considered spacious.
At its narrowest point, the Mountain Road only allowed four or five people to pass side by side. A cliff face ran alongside it, making the path somewhat dangerous.
Zhao Jun walked at the front of the crowd, drenched in sweat from the heat. Still, he excitedly shouted instructions: "Brothers and sisters, the final stretch before we reach our Giant Stone Territory is just ahead! Don't rush. The Mountain Road is rather steep, and there are many places where you need to be careful not to step into empty space. Don't crowd together, and be careful not to fall!"
The crowd was noisy, each person curiously looking around. It seemed that no one had heard what he said.
However, after all the guards began calling out instructions one after another, the nearly four hundred people still formed an orderly line.
Two people stood in each row, and the line stretched for more than a hundred meters, like a black dragon.
"Wonderful!"
Zhao Jun thought to himself, an involuntary smile appearing on his face.
He turned his head.
At one moment, he looked at the bustling crowd around him. Nearly every face was filled with anticipation, just like when they had joined the territory.
At another, he looked at the piles of various supplies on the Flatbed Carts. Heavy sacks of rice, grains and coarse food, flour—items that the Giant Stone Territory desperately lacked. They had exchanged for a great deal of them this time, and the harvest was so bountiful that it was almost unbelievable.
It had to be said that everything that had happened today felt like a dream.
No.
Even in a dream, he