The weather gradually turned colder.
Though Great Marsh Lake did not freeze in winter, its waters were icy enough to pierce the bone.
And with the primitive medical conditions of ancient times, catching a chill and coming down with a cold could be enough to kill a person...
When winter came, the fishermen of Great Marsh Lake often sought out mudflats and deserted islands, linking their boats together into "boat islands" and "boat villages," huddling together for warmth, drying fishing nets, and so on...
But fish fetched high prices around the New Year, so quite a few fishermen still risked going out onto the lake to fish.
After the first light snowfall of winter, Aaron moored his boat alongside Old Yu's and Old Chu's, asking them to look after it. He then took most of his copper coins and headed for Great Marsh Prefecture City.
There were only a few ordinary household items on the covered boat. The pages he had seized after killing Scarred Liu had been wrapped up again and buried in the reed beds.
Thus, he was not afraid anyone would discover anything suspicious.
After walking along the official road for an hour, a stretch of dark bluish-black city walls built from brick and stone appeared before Aaron.
A long queue had formed outside the city gate, mostly honest-looking farmers and small merchants.
As for martial artists of the jianghu in fine clothes and on spirited horses, with swords at their waists and sabers at their sides, along with nobles and officials, they naturally did not need to queue. The city guards even had to bow and scrape as they saw them off.
Aaron joined the end of the line and waited patiently.
At the same time, he raised his head and saw the enormous plaque