One night.
Villagers had already arrived at a nearby city.
The villager's name was An Changhai.
He was only in his twenties.
In this era, that was already old enough to marry and have children.
Thus, he had three sons and a daughter.
The reason he had come all this way was mainly because he was slow to act, and all the good places had already been taken by others.
There was no helping it.
Whether for his wife's sake or his own,
he needed to obtain the gods' protection.
This city was far away, but his family had a horse.
It was also the only horse in the entire village.
Back when he had gone into the city to work, he had run into a spoiled young master.
The other party said he wanted to trade a horse for his clothes.
Trade?
Of course he traded!
A tattered outfit was worthless. A horse was what had value.
He had no idea what that spoiled young master had been thinking, but it did not matter.
With the horse in hand, he ended up running naked all the way back to the village.
A whole day and night.
An Changhai had been especially cautious in every move he made, because he did not know today's rules.
All he could say was that his luck had been good.
He was not dead yet.
He rode his horse into the city, where there were quite a few people on the roads.
This was the largest city in the area.
It was incomparably prosperous.
Rumor had it that they possessed some treasure that protected them, allowing them to announce the rules without going through a Village Master.
And as long as one looked at the sky, one could see them.
With such a thing,