Even without making embroidered wedding clothes, Shen Nanwei still took the high-quality red cloth wrapped up under Jiang Tanyue's reminder and brought it out the door.
Like furniture in their home, if this piece of cloth were stolen or damaged by someone who broke in maliciously, they would have no choice but to tighten their belts again.
The journey from Lake West Village to the town was not short, and the villagers wanting to go to the town would have to get up early in the morning and take the village's ox-cart there.
There were not many families in the village with ox-carts, only two, making money from the round-trip fares.
Soon, there were only two or three seats left in the cart.
There were still shadows of people rushing over from a distance.
