The city layout, replanned by professionals, had significantly improved the efficiency of people's work and their quality of life.
The main road, about ten zhang wide, bustled with carriages, horses, and pedestrians.
The shops on either side had all just opened, and everything was orderly.
For a moment, Lu Bai almost thought he had arrived at a different Deathmatch Arena.
"Little Daoist, looking to buy anything?"
As soon as Lu Bai walked into a fruit shop, the middle-aged shopkeeper greeted him warmly.
The shopkeeper wore a short-sleeved shirt on top and jeans on the bottom. To Lu Bai, the combination looked jarringly out of place.
Yet ever since entering the city, he had seen plenty of people dressed in this sort of mix-and-match style. Clearly, nobody else thought anything of it; they even seemed to find it rather fashionable.
"I'm just browsing."
Lu Bai glanced over the shopkeeper, then changed the subject with a smile. "Your outfit's quite distinctive, shopkeeper."
Life had gotten better, so naturally his mood wasn't bad either. The shopkeeper chuckled and didn't rush to make a sale.
He bent down and tugged at his pant leg, showing it off. "A new design by the Heavenly Venerate: walker pants. At first, only the Heavenly Venerate walkers wore them."
Straightening up, the shopkeeper said with a sigh, "Old Zhang at the end of the street is a clever fellow. He looked into it and found that the Heavenly Venerate law doesn't say everyone's forbidden from wearing jeans. As long as they're not exactly the same, it doesn't count as infringement."
"So Old Zhang opened a shop selling jeans?"
"Not just that. That guy's got guts. He took out a loan and rented a whole garment factory. He's raking in money every day. I bought these jeans at his