It was late autumn, and it rained continuously for three days and three nights, making the official road muddy.
A semi-old carriage was stuck in the mud. Four men beside the carriage were pushing the carriage with their sleeves rolled up, and they were covered in mud.
Damn this weather! Zhao Hu wiped the rain off his face and cursed harshly. If he had known better, he would have hired ten carriages and paved the road!
Qian Ming supported his hat that was tilted by the rain and smiled bitterly: Brother Zhao is talking nonsense again. We are traveling in a low profile and hiring so many carriages and horses. Doesn't that mean we are telling the government, 'Come and arrest us'?
Afraid of a ball! Zhao Hu frowned, "We didn't steal or rob, we went to Kyoto to redress our grievances!"
