"In 1035, the age of East Han and Hongde. Clear Water Prefecture, Mang Shan." The sun had just set and the sky had gradually darkened. There were no longer any pedestrians on the official road. Soon, a group of people and horses came from afar. Three horses were leading the group, and behind them were three ordinary looking oily carriages. However, from the minute details, the polishing and polishing of the wood, it was clear that every carriage had excellent craftsmanship, and their craftsmanship could be said to be at the pinnacle. Those who knew how to look at it would know that this was an aura only the rich and powerful families had. "Second brother, can you enter Clear Water Prefecture tonight?"