"The people of Profound Candle Prefecture have it so hard."
Yin Guyue suddenly sighed strangely as he read the newspaper. Xia Lingo, who was handling official business, raised an eyebrow slightly but ignored him.
"Mr. Xia, don't you want to ask why I think that?"
"Under heaven, no one has it easy. Everyone with feelings suffers."
Yin Guyue put down the newspaper. "Mr. Xia, come with me."
Xia Lingo obediently set aside his work and followed him out.
He knew that if he ignored this man now, it would only bring even more pestering and rambling. It was better to settle things quickly and send him away.
The two of them reached the balcony and looked at the small town below, built against the barren mountains. The sun was blazing overhead, bathing the entire town in golden radiance.
A cool breeze swept past, setting hundreds of copper bells ringing.
This was Copper Bell Town, in the southernmost part of the East Sun District.
Copper Bell Town had originally developed around Copper Mine Mountain. The Jing Family had several factories here. Once the copper ore was extracted, it was sent directly to the factories for preliminary processing—a complete production chain.
However, the copper resources had run out many years ago, and the place had become an agricultural plantation town. The workers had transformed into farmers, growing tobacco, grain, and ramie for the Silver Blood Merchant Association.
Many people spent most of their lives here. It was not because the benefits were particularly good; in fact, they might have lived even worse than the workers of Profound Candle Prefecture.
At least the workers of Profound Candle Prefecture had plenty of spiritual entertainment. They could listen to storytellers for free at the storytelling stalls, watch people play cards at the Battle Card Hall,