Chapter 145 A White-haired Man in Red Robe

It was teeming with rain in the small city at boundary. The small city had a history over fifty years and the small city walls were mottled. The short walls were made of soil and when high wind blew, the civilians in the small city felt as if they had gone through a sandstorm. The heavy rain made the streets so muddy that it was hard for people to walk. All local officials had reported to the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Revenue at the capital of Chen Kingdom during their term of office. They asked for money to reinforce the small city walls and the small city roads. Because the amount was not small and the small city was not that important, the official in the capital naturally ignored their requirements.

Therefore, although they had sent lots of memorials, there was barely any reply.

As the autumn rain went on, the walls of the small city were dripping wet soon and it was hard to walk on the main road. With a large variety of snacks in her