In the Great Qin Dynasty, the official roads closer to the imperial city were wider and more solid, but there were also more people. Even riding a horse, one couldn't speed up much.,Just as Zhang Liyang and a few others were having their meal, a commotion arose outside the door, followed by a dozen or so people entering the inn.,Watching the man slam his fist on the table and bellow, the innkeeper wore a plastered smile. He hastily explained himself before darting into the kitchen to lend a hand.。