End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The hustle and bustle on the dock seemed to be muted, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

The linen was loose, revealing the originally smooth porcelain inside, but now it was covered with cracks that spread like a spider web.

Fan Mengmeng's heart also ached along with these cracks.

She had carefully selected these porcelains and packed them one by one, but now they have become like this.

"This..." Fan Mengmeng pointed at the damaged goods, frowning, her eyes full of regret.

Teng Junze's face darkened, his eyes sharp as a knife. "Go check it out! Find out what's going on!"

Several servants immediately dispersed and began to carefully inspect the ship and cargo.

Fan Mengmeng didn't care about anything else and carefully looked through the damaged goods, trying to find out the reason.

Boatman Sun stood aside, his face pale and his whole body trembling. He knew very well the importance of these goods. Now that such a mistake had happened, how should he explain to Teng Junze?

Fan Mengmeng carefully observed the structure of the cabin and found some tiny gaps at the bottom of the cabin, which might be caused by rainwater seeping in and causing some of the cargo to become damp.

She also checked the way the linen was bundled and found that the ancient bundling method was indeed simpler and could easily loosen during long-distance transportation, causing the goods to collide and be damaged.

"Junze, look," Fan Mengmeng pointed at the gap at the bottom of the cabin, "maybe water is seeping in here and causing the cargo to get damp."

Teng Junze looked in the direction of Fan Mengmeng's finger and indeed found some problems. He frowned, feeling annoyed at how careless the transportation had been!

Fan Mengmeng dug out some plastic sheets and ropes from the modern backpack she brought. "Luckily, I brought some modern packing materials. I can repack the remaining goods to prevent further damage."

She deftly spread the plastic sheet on the bottom of the cabin, then carefully wrapped the cargo piece by piece and secured them firmly with ropes.

Teng Junze watched her busy figure from the side, feeling mixed emotions.

This woman from modern times always brings him unexpected surprises.

Sun Chuanfu walked tremblingly to Teng Junze, "Master... I deserve to die. I failed to protect the goods..."

Teng Junze's gaze fell on Sun Chuanfu, and his tone was cold. "Tell me, what's going on?"

Boatman Sun fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead hitting the wooden board heavily. "Master, I deserve to die! I failed to protect the cargo well. Please punish me!" His body was shaking like a sieve, and his voice was filled with tears.

Teng Junze frowned and looked at the boatman Sun who was kneeling on the ground and shivering. Although he was angry, he also felt a little reluctant.

Boatman Sun is an honest and hardworking man who has worked for the Teng family for generations. It seems that this mistake was unintentional.

"Get up and talk." Teng Junze said in a slightly slower tone.

Boatman Sun did not dare to stand up. He continued to kneel on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "Master, I deserve death! These goods are so valuable, but I..."

Seeing this, Fan Mengmeng quickly stepped forward and said, "Sun Boatman, get up first. This is not entirely your fault." Her tone was gentle and her eyes were full of encouragement.

Boatman Sun raised his head and looked at Fan Mengmeng with tears in his eyes, "Girl..." He choked with sobs and couldn't speak.

Several workers carrying goods around also shook their heads and sighed. One of the older workers whispered, "Alas, I'm afraid Old Sun is in trouble this time. These goods are the treasures of the master..."

Fan Mengmeng took out several rolls of modern moisture-proof mats and vacuum bags from her backpack. "Look, these things can prevent the goods from getting damp and colliding. Next time you transport them, first lay moisture-proof mats on the bottom of the cabin, and then seal the goods with vacuum bags. This will avoid a lot of losses." As she spoke, she demonstrated how to use them.

Sun Chuanfu listened carefully, a glimmer of hope gradually ignited in his eyes, "Girl, are these things really so useful?"

"Of course," Fan Mengmeng said with a smile, "and if there is no damage during the next transportation, I will give you extra compensation."

When Sun Chuanfu heard this, he was immediately filled with gratitude and kowtowed to express his gratitude, "Thank you so much, young lady! Thank you so much, young lady!"

Teng Junze watched Fan Mengmeng busying around, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. He walked over to Fan Mengmeng and gently…

He walked to Fan Mengmeng, gently pulled up her slightly dusty hand, stroked her soft skin with his fingertips, and felt her slight trembling.

"Mengmeng," Teng Junze's voice was low and gentle, with a hint of subtle affection in his eyes, "It's great to have you here."

Fan Mengmeng was startled by his sudden action, and her cheeks flushed instantly, like a ripe apple, so beautiful and tempting.

She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tighter.

The air around them seemed to freeze, leaving only the ambiguous breathing sounds between the two people.

Fan Mengmeng lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Teng Junze's eyes. Her heartbeat was like a drum, hitting her chest again and again.

"Ahem," Sun Chuanfu coughed awkwardly twice, breaking the delicate atmosphere, "Master, these goods..."

Teng Junze then let go of Fan Mengmeng's hand and turned to look at Sun Chuanfu, his eyes regaining their former majesty. "Do as the young lady says, and make sure the next transport is foolproof."

"Yes, Master!" Boatman Sun responded quickly, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

After Fan Mengmeng's remedial work, the loss of materials was under control to a certain extent. The effects of moisture-proof mats and vacuum bags were significant, which made Teng Junze admire Fan Mengmeng even more.

They learned lessons from this incident and improved the transportation method. They not only strengthened the cabin structure but also added more manpower to prepare for the next material exchange.

A few days later, as night fell, an inconspicuous cargo ship slowly left the dock and headed towards the black market.

In the cabin, Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze stood side by side, looking at the dark river surface, each with their own thoughts in their hearts.

Fan Mengmeng gently pulled Teng Junze's sleeve and said, "Junze, what do you think... Manager Zhao will do this time..."

Teng Junze held her hand and gave her a reassuring look, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

The cargo ship finally docked at a secluded pier. All around was silence, with only a few dim lanterns swaying in the wind...