Qiao Dazhi snorted coldly, before turning to leave.
Outside, Shitou had already hitched the carriage and was waiting to set off. Muniang and Erliang had packed up and said their farewells to Mrs. Lin, ready to board the carriage and depart.
The embroiderers at Mrs. Lin's were already hard at work. With many hands making light work, it would not take much time to rush out the opening batch of embroidery. It was also time to finalize the arrangements for the shop and to give it a simple facelift before opening.
Tupo Village was really a den of poverty. Anyone who got themselves an ox cart would show off a little, let alone a horse carriage. Muniang's family, located at the very back of the village, had to pass through most of the village to leave. Even though Muniang's carriage was low-key, everyone along the way turned their heads for a look; after all, it was a rarity in the village.
