The street immediately exploded. I took a look at the memory of the fallen scholar - it is the winter of the first year of Jingkang, and the news of the Jin soldiers' southern invasion has spread for two months, but this is the first time someone has said "they have arrived at the Yellow River." You must know that the Yellow River is not far from the city of Tokyo, just a day's journey on a horse.
I pushed the door open and went out. The street was already in chaos. The seller of sesame seed cakes flipped up his stall and ran away, while the seller carrying a load knocked over the children, and the crowd formed a river with cries and curses. I saw two businessmen in Hu clothes standing at the entrance of the alley talking. One was fat and the other was thin. They didn't look so panicked. They were very close and they were muttering under their breath.
I glanced subconsciously and heard their tongues curling.
