The autumn rain fell without end, veiling the sky in mist. Its chill kept people from venturing out into the rain lightly.
In the fields on either side of the muddy road, newly planted radish seedlings greedily drank in the rain.
Splash.
Footsteps splashed through a puddle. Two figures in bamboo hats and straw rain capes made their way through the drizzle. Even the lotus-leaf-wrapped parcels hanging from a Whistle Baton had picked up a few wet patches.
"That's it up ahead, right?"
Lin Hao spoke to Li Yanbing beside him.
Through the hazy drizzle ahead, they could just make out the outline of a small town.
Though it was a town, it was considerably smaller than Dam Market, with nothing but a puddled dirt road through its center. This was Songyang Town, which Li Yanbing had mentioned before.
It stood along the route between Qingkou Prefecture and Xijiang County City. Merchant caravans often stopped here to rest, eventually giving rise to this small town of over ten thousand people.
The whole town consisted of a single main thoroughfare, the official road connecting the prefectural city and the county city. Both sides were lined mainly with various inns,
teahouses, and taverns, along with a few shops and warehouses.
Even large merchant caravans could be accommodated here.
There were also plenty of traveling merchants and individuals dressed like Lin Hao and Li Yanbing.
Braving the autumn rain, the two hurried into an inn called Yuelai. They scraped the mud from their shoes on a mat at the entrance before pushing the door open.
Warmth greeted them as soon as they entered. A fire burned in a fireplace at the far end of the common room, where quite a few people had gathered to dry themselves.
The moment Lin Hao and Li