The night grew deeper, the camp solemn, the tent warmed by the wind, smoke rising from the incense burner. The campfire danced within the big tent, illuminating a figure bent over writing, merging with the moon's shadow on the sky.
Xiulote sat at his desk, sometimes pondering for a long time, sometimes writing swiftly. The detailed kingdom map spread out before him, black towns listed in order, blue rivers surging north and south. The young king dipped expensive red paint, with each stroke, he connected the blue and black with the shortest red line into one!
"Kingdom roads, divided into three levels. First Level are village-level dirt roads. Clear away grass and trees from the road surface, flatten and trim raised areas, and fill sunken areas with earth, tamping it down to facilitate pedestrian travel."
