In the early spring.
Roman's fifth year in Origin City.
The cruel winter had long passed, the white snow on the earth returning to the yellow soil, and the snowflakes in the sky transformed into a fine mist of rain before they could fall.
The sky over the fields was shrouded in a misty water vapor, resembling a world engulfed in spring rain.
Origin City was raining.
The fine rain did not hinder the labor, but its impact on the land was quite evident.
Wheels couldn't travel more than a hundred meters on the terrible muddy road before becoming caked with mud, getting thicker and swollen, stuck fast regardless of how the draft horses pulled, with the drivers needing to use sticks to clean them off. However, within a few dozen meters, the process had to be repeated.
Not to mention wheels—even walking barefoot would gradually make one's feet thick and heavy.
Rugged, winding, and obstructed roads were the true condition of this era.
