"We've arrived. This is the craftsman's shop."
At the entrance to the old street by NiangNiang Temple, Wang Dao Xuan pointed ahead. "All of Xianyang's famous craftsmen are here. Even if they run workshops from home, they'll definitely set up a shop here."
Li Yan turned his head and surveyed the surroundings, deep in thought.
In this world, all kinds of handicrafts were extremely advanced. As the imperial court opened the seas and overseas trade flourished, large workshops in the coastal provinces had also sprung up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
The merchants' status was rising rapidly. Judging from some of the news he had heard, many of the storms brewing in the Imperial Court stemmed from this.
Just as Zhang ShiTong had said, the Zhou family had withdrawn all their forces to ensure stability. The Eight Great Vajras had all shut themselves away, and even the escort agencies under their command had stopped taking jobs.
The people watching them had also suddenly withdrawn that morning.
Since that was the case, Li Yan no longer needed to pretend to be ill. Under Wang Dao Xuan's guidance, he had come to find someone who could help him make a Great Cloud Thunder Drum.
The Guanzhong region had a long history of drum music. Nearly every area had its own unique traditions. Combined with Chang'an's annual War Drum King competition, this had given rise to numerous folk troupes and quite a few drum-making craftsmen.
Of course, ordinary shops could not make a Great Cloud Thunder Drum.
Fortunately, Wang Dao Xuan knew a craftsman from the mystic sects.
The three of them continued forward and soon arrived before the largest shop in the area. The signboard bore the words "Hearing Sound Pavilion." Inside, drums of various sizes and types hung all