Chief captain Zhou Fang pulled Jiang Chuan to sit down on the brick bed. Wan Fang served them two cups of hot tea. "It's getting colder. Have some hot water to warm up first."
After expressing his gratitude, Jiang Chuan took the hot water. Steam was still rising from the cup. Although he had been carrying stuff and walking for a while, he wasn't cold. Nevertheless, he gently blew the steam away and took a sip.
Wan Fang sat nearby, listening intently to their conversation.
Black markets were, after all, not allowed by the government. So Jiang Chuan didn't say that he had found the seeds on the black market. Instead, he mentioned that he met a wealthy individual in the county town who had stocked up on a lot of seeds and was now worried about not being able to sell them.
