"Giddyup!" Mu Yangling told Blackie to speed up. Seated under the shaft of the carriage, she looked up at the sky worriedly.
"Miss, do you think it will snow?" Zhang Liu sat at the side and exhaled. He looked up at the sky with anticipation and resentment.
"I don't know. I don't know if I want it to snow or not." It was almost the new year, and the first snow since winter was about to appear. How tragic that they had to be on the road at a time like this.
Butcher Qin kept his promise and brought two friends over in the morning.
Those two people were the butchers who monopolized the mutton supply in West City with him. Mu Yangling had not expected these were the two people he mentioned yesterday.
Because the price had already been negotiated, they directly weighed the sheep. In the end, 139 sheep were sold for 689 taels and 468 copper coins. Mu Yangling rounded down the total and only charged them 689 taels.
