Giant Stone City's East Gate.
Next to the trade station's unloading point, crates and bales of goods piled up like small hills.
Standing next to a stack of grain, a topless laborer with a filthy rag slung over his shoulder reached out to push the solid sacks, a look of surprise in his eyes.
"Is this the batch from yesterday?"
Henry remembered it clearly.
Yesterday morning, he had just unloaded this batch from the back of a double-headed cow, not expecting to have to load it back on so soon.
A fellow worker next to him, grinning through his teeth, said,
"Yeah, it's grain from the farms to the south, smells as good as freshly aired clothes."
After June began, the weather here just kept getting hotter, and a bottle of ice-cold nuclear cola would be perfect.
But with their income, they couldn't afford such luxuries.
"Where are these goods going?" a dark-skinned young boy curiously asked as he approached.