East gate of Boulder Town.0

Next to the unloading point of the trading station, piles of goods were stacked into small mountains.0

Standing next to a pile of grains, a shirtless cargo worker flicked a dirty rag onto his shoulder. He extended his hand to push the sturdy hemp sacks and was surprised by what he saw.0

"Is this the batch from yesterday?" Henry remembered it very clearly.0

Yesterday morning, he just unloaded this batch from the backs of the two-headed oxen, and now he was surprised to see it being loaded back so soon.0

A fellow worker nearby grumbled, showing his teeth. "Yeah, it's the wheat from the farms in the south. Smells as good as freshly dried clothes."0

After entering June, the weather here was getting hotter and hotter. It would be great to have a chilled Nuka Cola, but with their income, they couldn’t afford such luxury.0

"Where are these goods going?" a dark-skinned teenager approached and asked curiously.0

Henry remembered his name, it seemed...0