Thirty years ago, Xian Youyu had hardly ever left Kaifeng, or even his own village, for that matter—never for …
Thirty years ago, Xian Youyu had hardly ever left Kaifeng, or even his own village, for that matter—never for pleasure, and certainly not out of necessity after the Khitan destroyed his home. No one could really say how much it cost just to get by in Kaifeng. A single night in Revelry Hall could drain your fortune, while in Roaring Sands, a ten-wen bun might stretch you through the month. But nobody's born to live on buns alone.