Before realizing it, December had arrived.
The weather became colder and colder, and Daohua disliked going out, spending all day in the courtyard preparing and mixing medicines.
Although there was a war on the Northern Frontier, there were still merchant caravans that made the trip. Sun Changze's fleet would make a journey every month or two, and he could help her send some things to her two brothers.
"Miss, Yan Shouhou is here."
As the year's end approached, each shop and estate began to submit their account books for the year.
Daohua nodded her head and met with Yan Shouhou in the living room.
"Miss, the harvest at each estate has been excellent this year. The estate managers are asking whether we should sell some grain?"
Daohua examined the combined accounts of each estate and, after hearing this and thinking about the war situation on the Northern Frontier, said, "Keep the grain; don't sell it."
Upon hearing this, Yan Shouhou immediately ceased his inquiries.
