Ye Qingying's injuries had finally somewhat healed.
Xiaoyao rented a horse carriage and continued to head for the Imperial City with him.
Although they were now within the realms of Beiming Country, the areas far from the Imperial City were surprisingly desolate.
"Master, the people here live such poor lives, yet the climate around doesn't seem bad; could it be that the crops haven't grown?"
Xiaoyao sat at the front of the carriage, driving at a leisurely pace along a shaded lane.
With such a fine environment and a pleasant climate, why did the people they passed along the way seem to be living so poorly?
Ye Qingying was sitting in the carriage, resting with his eyes closed.
Although he knew that this girl couldn't stay idle and was always able to find many topics to talk about, today's topic had piqued his curiosity.
"What do you know about climate and crops?" She seemed to know quite a lot for someone so young.