Yang Wenxiao's response was within Yang Hao's expectations, for it was the first time in these years that he saw Yang Wenxiao so delighted for several days in a row.
It was good for him to stay here, as long as Yang Wenxiao was happy, he could stay as long as he wanted.
Two days later, Yang Hao set off alone for the return journey to the Capital City; the snow on the road was nearly melted, making the surface quite muddy.
As the carriage passed, if the load inside was heavy, it would leave deep ruts in the road.
With enough ruts, they turned into potholes.
The freshly repaired road became pocked with pits.
Yang Hao sat inside the carriage, jostled so much that he couldn't even hold a teacup steady.
He couldn't help but silently praise the agreement that Yang Wenxiao had come up with, for with Qiao Xiaomai's ability to raise money, renovating all of Daqi's official roads was not a difficult task.
