Everyone pondered.
The dock, a long dike stretching from land into the water, where both land and water converge.
Lord Xingyi, Liang Qu, was from Nanhuai Pingyang, where Pingyang neighbored the Jianghuai Zeye, with a ferry every ten steps, a dock every hundred steps, and a port every thousand.
This place held significant relevance in Liang Qu's life; people from the water town knew it all too well and could easily understand.
Only the fries...
"A type of spherical rhizomatous plant, the stem diamond-shaped with fine hairs, deeply buried in the soil, similar to peanuts, large-sized, with thin yellow skin—one is enough to fill a belly. Whether baked by fire or boiled in water, it's edible. Sprinkling a layer of thin salt on it, the flavor is uniquely delicious and rich, unfortunately..."
Liang Qu sighed.
He recalled seven years ago.
