The wild grass was lush.
In the valley, the wind dispersed the dandelion seeds, countless tiny parachutes twirling in the air, most of them falling onto the surface of the water.
The clerks flipped through the mined ores, comparing each one for quality, weighing, counting, and logging them.
With every stone that passed through their hands, a sense of incredulity grew within them.
"One cubic zhang!"
"It's missing a little less than half."
"At least two more zhang have yet to be weighed..."
"How could there be so much all at once? Didn't we just settle accounts last month, and there weren't even any leftovers then?"
"I heard this vein was secured by Lord Liang."
"Lord Liang, which Lord Liang?"
"Who else, the Lord Liang who slayed the serpent! Didn't you go to the Water God Temple this morning?"
"Wasn't it said to be kept by the Li Family?"
