A few words were enough to calm Tangtang down and reassure her that Zhou Bing was fine.
Tang Wen wasn't in a hurry to leave. He took the meat-stuffed bun from his sister and started wandering through the market while eating.
The ground of the marketplace was marked with white rectangles, about the size of parking spaces.
Some people, like Tangtang, pushed wooden carts laden with goods: needles and thread, bamboo chopsticks and wooden bowls, scraps of paper and cloth...
All together, it was like a general store.
They didn't just accept Copper Coins and silver; they also bartered.
It was bustling with the sounds of haggling.
Tang Wen felt himself start to relax.
The negative emotions from a day and night of fighting and fleeing were gradually washed away by the lively, everyday atmosphere of the place.
'Perhaps this was what the Guards fought so desperately for out there—the hope that their families could have the leisure to stroll through a place like this.'
