The weather gradually grew hotter, and the sun hanging in the sky was no longer just for show. By mid-January, all the green vegetables Qiao Xiaomai had planted were eaten up.
Out of necessity, she really began digging up wild vegetables.
The wild vegetables grew on the slope next to her place. Ever since Tong Sanlang mentioned them, she really went to water them with Spiritual Spring water every other day, and after a month of watering, they really came in handy.
Having prepared the wild vegetables and brewed thick milk tea, she tied up the last sheep, along with two horse carriages full of pastries, and finally Tong Sanlang loaded his completed manuscript onto a carriage.
Since they aimed to curry favor, it was essential that Yang Wenxiao look over the manuscript. Only with his approval could they start the storytelling plan at Jiwei House.
Three horse-drawn carriages traveled along the spacious official roads, rushing towards Capital City day and night.
Imperial Palace.
