Walking down the streets of Wuyang, Liu Guozhu felt as if he had traveled through time. He found it difficult to associate this city with the nation's capital, for he had seen Chang'an.
Within Chang'an City, the bustling traffic needs no mention, and skyscrapers had long become commonplace. People dressed smartly and behaved courteously, making it seem like a completely different world.
But this Wuyang before him...it truly didn't deserve to be called the capital. The streets and alleys were chaotic, and there wasn't even a trace of so-called scenery.
The streets were covered in shattered glass fragments, which crunched underfoot. Children, barely clothed, timidly watched the passing Tang Army Soldiers, with no one daring to make any noise.
There was no subway here, no decent bus stops, and even the streetlights seemed far fewer than in Chang'an, than in Linshui, than in Tongcheng...well, than in Fengjiang.
