Cao Mao found an eatery. It was privately run, really just an ordinary home with a few alterations. Everyone ate in the courtyard, while the rooms inside served as kitchens.
The eatery was shabby, and its customers were neither distinguished nor noble.
When they saw Cao Mao lead his men inside, everyone who had been chatting immediately fell silent, not uttering a word.
The young fellow running about serving everyone also turned pale with fright and fled into the kitchen.
Cao Mao saw the terror in their eyes but took no offense, sitting down casually to one side.
He had seen this many times in Yuan City.
He simply had not expected the situation in Luoyang to be even worse.
Freed from moral restraints, the scions of the great clans were as savage as wild beasts, and even more vicious toward the common people.
Faced with a pack of madmen who had lost their reason after consuming powder, the common people felt utterly hopeless.
Ordinary great clans were tolerable. So long as people did not offend them, they would not trouble the common folk without cause. But those young scholars who consumed powder were capable of anything, and no one dared stop them.
When the common people encountered them, they did not even have the courage to fight back. Beaten and humiliated without cause, they even feared that their attackers might hurt themselves beating them... and that was still relatively good. If they encountered someone like General Shi Bao's son, who killed for pleasure and held human life in utter disregard, that would be the deepest despair.
The lives the common people of this age experienced could be called horror stories.
Others could take their lives at will, seize everything they cherished, and suffer no condemnation.
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