Cross the doghouse to save Party A, Your Highness owes me ten mines

The caravan escorted by the Wulin League is now unloading the trucks in front of the drugstore. Amid the sound of the pouring rain, all the people are wearing oilcloth and walking hurriedly.

There were more than a dozen carts, but in fact half of them were filled with weapons and supplies, and two or three carts were filled with silver for purchasing. If we split them up into furs, medicinal herbs, and dried fruits, the medicinal herbs only took up two carts. So after unloading the two carts, the convoy was towed away, leaving only two or three people in the pharmacy counting the goods.

Xia Shi, Qianli and Young Master Yang were counting and settling the bill with the owner of the drug store.

Young Master Yang is a genuine Jiangnan person and has several acquaintances in Huai'an. He is still greeting them now.

"How is it? Are the herbs preserved well?"

It was rainy all the way. The journey lasted for nearly ten days. At least after entering Huaizhou, we were facing wet weather. Especially when getting off the ship and changing transportation, it was a huge test for the preservation of the goods.

But with Miss Xia, a little technical expert, everything is not a problem.

The shopkeeper opened the oil paper and said in surprise, "Oh my, brother, it's so dry and it crackles when you pinch it. You've taken good care of it. Where did you buy the oil paper?"

Young Master Yang: "This is not ordinary oil paper. We have to be careful along the way." Even the most powerful girl beside the prince was brought along. This girl is as good as the imperial teacher and has many tricks. The most common one is that she whispers in his ears from time to time, and she can mobilize many people to do things in Huai'an without leaving the house while sitting on the boat. As for the others, Young Master Yang said that he had never had the honor to see them.

Young Master Yang glanced at Miss Xia, who was drinking tea. She sat on a chair by the window of the medicine shop, elegantly picking up the teacup and snacks on the table, and eating happily under her veil.

While waiting for Young Master Yang to order the goods, while waiting for Qianli to go and meet the experts in the city, while listening to the gossip of people in the shop.

An old man hiding from the rain sat on the threshold of the drugstore, quietly watching the rain hitting the bluestone on the street, splashing water everywhere. The fire in the pipe in his hand flickered as he smoked. His hair was gray, and the wrinkles on his face were not as deep as his eyebrows. His eyes were not cloudy at this age, and his expression was sad. He would sigh after taking a puff of cigarette, and occasionally sighed at the gloomy sky. The data center calculated based on the information collected by Qianli and others that this was the Huaizhou Mu who had been framed and almost disappeared from everyone's sight.

Under the eaves, a swordsman in straw sandals and linen clothes was leaning against the blue brick wall to wipe his unscabbarded sword. It was raining heavily under the eaves, but he didn't notice it at all, as if he was just waiting for the rain to stop before continuing on his way.

It was at this time that the soaking wet man walked in.

There have never been many coincidences in this world, let alone such a coincidence. There were at least three groups of people waiting here in this pharmacy on purpose, and only the swordsman was a coincidence.

Xia Shi lifted a corner of her veil and looked at her new idol.

Then he happened to see a man in a straw raincoat rushing in through the rain.

"Boss, I heard that you got some new medicinal herbs?"

"Yes!" The shopkeeper answered without turning his head. He kept clacking the abacus in his hand without even stopping, but he was still able to count the goods and answer at the same time:

"This is not the regular product. It has not been put into the account yet. Sir, who told you this?"