The mottled and colorful yellow earth stretched out under the azure sky, tranquil and vast.
Shen Qing lay on the simple wooden cart, gazing at the sky without speaking, his body swaying with the bumps of the donkey cart.
Beside him, a group of farmers in coarse cloth surrounded him, walking alongside the donkey cart.
The dry yellow earth rose in clouds under their feet, drifting away.
"Sir, you look like you're from the city; that's rare here!" Li Dazhuang's rough voice broke the surrounding silence first, and he asked curiously, "Where are you coming from, sir?"
The others couldn't help but perk up their ears, very curious about Shen Qing's origins.
Shen Qing glanced at these weather-beaten men and said sparingly, "The Capital City."
"What's the Capital City?"
"A very far place, three thousand li away."
"Wow, that's really far."
The others felt that Shen Qing was exaggerating, not quite believing him.