Two days later.

It is already autumn, when the morning bell rings again, the shouts of various accents fill the streets, because there is no curfew at night in Beijing, the gate is not closed all the year round, and the caravan is full of goods from all over the world in and out of the market.

"Count marriage, good luck and bad ......"

On the vast Baiyu Street, a white-bearded old man staggered into the city with a wine gourd, and behind him, there was a child who looked to be eleven or twelve years old.

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