Chapter 61: Always Having a Lot of Face
In the blink of an eye, another two years passed.
The fortieth year of the Kingdom of Jing.
A young couple brought their child, who was over a year old, to Pinecone Village.
The roads in the village had been rebuilt over the past two years, extending smoothly to every household.
There was even a main road extending to the edges of the fields, for the villagers to haul away the grain after harvesting.
A middle-aged peddler pushing a handcart shouted as he walked.
One could use silver and copper coins, or barter goods for goods.
The young man took out a few copper coins and bought a paper windmill.
The child grasped it in his hand, and when the wind blew, the windmill began to spin whirringly, making him giggle.