In the blazing heat of summer, even the breeze turned stifling, the cicadas by the roadside cried out with piercing shrillness, and the small wild grass hung its head limply.
Along the post road leading from the Zhao Family Market to Shangyang City.
A medium-sized trade caravan moved at a leisurely pace. Perhaps because of the oppressive weather, everyone seemed reluctant to speak, leaving the procession wrapped in silence.
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