After getting a general understanding of Beiyou Prefecture's current situation, Cheng Yu and his companions soon reached the outskirts of its Fuzhou City.
Before seeing the outskirts of Fuzhou City for himself, Cheng Yu had assumed that order there would have returned to normal by now.
But the sight before him made him realize he had been too optimistic.
Endless "refugee camps" stretched outside the imposing city.
Yes, calling the scene outside Beiyou Prefecture's capital "refugee camps" was a little misleading. The people had at least erected rows of wooden buildings, and even from a distance, Cheng Yu could see people coming and going between them, doing business.
But Cheng Yu knew enough about the Great Qin Celestial Dynasty's system to understand its strict regulations: every city had to have walls. Only certain towns and villages were exempt; even county seats under the jurisdiction of larger cities had to build walls.
There was absolutely no way a town could exist outside Beiyou Prefecture's Fuzhou City, especially one that large.
There could only be a few explanations.
First, Fuzhou City had reached its capacity and could no longer accommodate any more refugees.
Second, Fuzhou City was under lockdown, and no one was allowed inside.
But another question occurred to Cheng Yu. If that was the case, why didn't these refugees return to their hometowns instead of choosing to build "refugee camps" outside Fuzhou City?
Was there something more to this? Would it cause any unnecessary complications for the rest of his journey?
He sighed helplessly again. There was no point thinking so much about it now. He should go find out what was happening first.
The refugee camp outside Beiyou Prefecture's Fuzhou City.
An old man in somewhat dirty, disheveled clothes took a puff of tobacco, then let out a