Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang laughed, "As long as you keep your distance, it'll be fine."
Qiao Xiaomai nodded vigorously, waving the whip in his hand. The oxcart began to sway towards the Academy.
Parking the oxcart at the entrance, Qiao Xiaomai gave the gatekeeper uncle a package of two jin of Dried Sweet Potatoes. He often made trips to and from the Bailu Academy, always having this uncle mind his oxcart. He felt compelled to express his gratitude.
The uncle was fairly surprised by this, but he didn't refuse, and gratefully accepted with a wide smile.
Goods from Qiao Xiaomai were treated as precious commodities by people of his social class.
After thanking the gatekeeper, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang stepped into the Academy. Each of them carried a shoulder basket, each filled with twenty-five jin of sweet potatoes.
Upon seeing Dean Gu, his eyes lit up in delight, "Your sweet potato strips are certainly timely."
