Meanwhile, Sun Yixie squinted his small eyes scanning the three carriages behind those merchants.
These carriages were clearly modified for the purpose of transporting goods, with their backs made as large as possible. The cargo was secured with hemp ropes and covered with thick canvas to conceal it tightly.
At first glance, there was nothing special about this since most people dealing with long-distance trade would do the same, having the philosophy, "don't flaunt wealth"... If you don't cover your goods, they're likely to be stolen, let alone if you parade them through the streets, right?
However, at this moment, one of the carriages caught Sun Yixie's attention.
Because from that covered carriage, he smelled something—a stench of feces.
To be precise, human feces.
In those days, it was not surprising to smell horse dung on a carriage because a horse might, while walking, leave behind droppings that might splash onto the wheels and the underside of the carriage.
