The road from Xu Village to Xu Village was narrow. When it rained, the ground softened, and the mud could reach up to the calves, allowing only one carriage to pass at a time.
Now, five cargo carts were lined up in a row, stuck on this road, with their wheels sunk a third deep into the mud. Despite the horses' efforts, they couldn't pull the loaded carts out of the mud.
The pouring rain drenched the horses, their fur completely wet, and they kept blinking to keep the water out of their eyes.
With no shelter nearby, the cargo team stood in the rain, looking like drenched chickens.
After arriving, Chu Qingzhi went to the back of the carts, lifted the cargo bay with her hands, and the wheels were out of the mud, allowing them to move forward easily.
Everyone, including Chu Xuhua, was stunned. How could Chu Qingzhi, with her slender arms, exert such tremendous force to lift the cart out of the mud?
