On the official road to the county seat, there will be a pavilion for passers-by to rest about every ten miles. These were built in the early years when the Daqing treasury was abundant, and these pavilions have become somewhat deserted as the treasury has slowly tightened over the years.

But fortunately, I can still barely rest my feet.

After coming out of the village, Li Chen and Zhao Xiaoshuang didn't rest much, the speed of this ox cart was not as fast as the galloping carriage, plus going to the county seat......

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