Throughout their journey, they had always traveled by water on small fishing boats, which were fast and free, but this time was different. This waterway was a major route for grain transport, undertaken by the Xia Shui Su Family. The grain from Jiangnan entered the Huai River, going through the Bian River to the capital. To prevent smuggling of grain and salt, even the ferry business was monopolized.
The upper level of the luxurious tower ship had a spacious viewing deck, almost as large as half the deck, yet there were not many people there to enjoy the river breeze. Chen Yi leaned on the railing, gazing into the distance, while Yin Tingxue looked down at her book in the sunlight.
The book told a story of a woodcutter encountering an immortal, which Yin Tingxue found quite fascinating.
"Can such a mundane life with firewood, rice, oil, and salt truly lead to encounters with immortals?" Yin Tingxue asked Chen Yi, holding the book.
