After late autumn passes, early winter arrives.
The weather is getting colder day by day, and the leaves on the trees have all fallen, leaving only bare branches.
On the mountain path, a caravan of carriages passed by, startling the birds in the trees, causing them to fly away with chirping sounds.
The caravan moved slowly forward, with Yang Ming sitting on the foremost carriage, eager to return home.
It had been two months away from home. How was everything back there?
Such a large household needed the wife's support, truly making it hard for her.
This trip was not without gains. At least their Xuntian Escort Agency had established a footing in Beijing and made some acquaintances in both the underworld and the officialdom.
Looking at the road, once over this mountain, Lin County would be ahead, bringing him closer to home.
Yang Ming turned to shout to the caravan behind, "Stop the caravan here, everyone take a break and have a meal before continuing."
