The cold snow came to an end, and spring wind took its place.
Without realising it, winter had already passed, and the days of spring arrived.
The frozen mountain creek began to flow again. The ice cones under the eaves of bamboo buildings and trees were sparkling and translucent, dripping water in the sunlight.
In the morning, the wine tavern was quite empty, there were not many drinkers.
Fang Yuan sat inside at the seat near the window. According to his request, the surrounding was covered by wooden plank screens, creating a small room for him.
A gust of wind blew in from the window, and the fresh and fragrant smell of the earth was wedged between the air, letting people who smelled it feel carefree and pleased.
Jiang Ya sat opposite Fang Yuan, his face full of smiles.
"These are the primeval stones this time, please confirm it." He took out four money bags, placing them on the table and pushing it towards Fang Yuan.
