Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Rome opened her eyes as the first ray of sunlight fell on the Boston Ivy on the apartment's balcony.
More and more people emerged from their residences, especially slaves and civilians with relatively low social status. They were the ones who woke up the earliest and started to work hard in the morning to make a living.
One could hear the tinkering coming from the workshop. It was the coppersmith hammering the bottom of the pan. The deafening noise had also awakened the neighbors next door. However, everyone was used to a lifestyle like this. They would wake up and scold the coppersmith at the same time.
The slave girl walked down from the apartment with a clay pot, came to the enormous pot beside the wall, and poured her master's urine into the larger pot. Not too long after that, someone wound send the collected urine to the laundry and dump it into a large tank filled with dirty clothes.