Time quickly passed amidst all the dilly-dallying.
Finally, when the clock struck nine and the sun started to heat up, Wang Long and his companions could no longer wait and came searching for them.
At that moment, Huang An was leisurely sitting under the shade of the trees in the courtyard corridor outside, nursing his tea, killing time.
He had noticed Wang Long and the other two lingering nearby, wanting to come over but hesitating, worried about disturbing him.
Now, they had finally come over. With the time being just about right, he could let them leave the city.
"Brother Huang, didn't you say we have to go to the two villages outside the city to transport grain? If we leave any later, we won't be able to return!"
Wang Long's face was tinged with anxiety.
Seeing Huang An leisurely drinking tea made him even more restless.
"Huh, oh?"
Huang An seemed suddenly shocked, as though he had just remembered their errand, and jumped up immediately.
