Yang Jian had eaten and drunk his fill, and the fat man was slumped over. After leaving a mess of trash, they hurriedly tidied up the tents, soft couches, straw mats, and other items, and then set off again.
The soldiers' laughter and chatter increased. It turned out that ordinary people in ancient times only ate breakfast and lunch, but these people, thanks to Yang Jian, not only got to eat lunch, but also a delicious meal. Their sense of superiority and pride swelled rapidly with their laughter, and the carriage moved swiftly without stirring up any dust.
The fat man was exhausted. Not only had he gotten up early, but the jolting of the carriage and the heat of the cooking fire had also drained his energy. Despite the continued bumpy ride, he drifted off to sleep to the chatter of Zisu
