The bustling little town.
Under a canopy of regularly arranged teal roof tiles lay courtyards, each nearly indistinguishable from the next.
At this moment, a young man stood on the eaves of a house, arms folded, looking down at the courtyard, which was about six or seven zhang square. His gaze swept over the main north-facing building beneath his feet, then across the east and west wing rooms. To the immediate south stood a stone wall, eight or nine chi high.
The ground, embedded with chunks of broken stone, formed a path. This path connected the main building, the wing rooms, the courtyard gate, and, in a corner, the wooden-covered manure pit and latrine.
This is finally starting to feel like a real home, Wu Wang thought, a faint sense of accomplishment bringing a grin to his face.
A Heavenly Emperor, yet I'm boasting about trading my skills for an apartment, and just an ordinary one in the 'county town' at that.
