Dye Workshop Street was being rebuilt. After dawn, there were many craftsmen working while the weather was cool. There were sounds of knocking everywhere.
Ye Jingtang walked out of Double Osmanthus Alley and was about to walk to the Black Office when he saw a carriage parked at the entrance of the street corner. His big black horse, which had fattened up a few times, was standing by the roadside. When it saw him, it shook its head and looked elsewhere. It seemed that it ate and drank well in the Pei residence and didn't want to go back to its owner, who roughed it all year round.
The curtain of the carriage was closed, but Xiuhe was standing at the street corner, chatting with a few foremen.
When Ye Jingtang saw this, he recalled the crazy scene yesterday. One in each arm, a twofer with one cannon, and so on… He felt a little embarrassed.
"Young Master Ye~"
"Hi. Use an umbrella. Be careful of getting tanned."
