Three days ago, Song Liyun was quite surprised to learn that the delivery would only take place at a dilapidated temple five miles away from Suijin Town.

Previously, the Wan family would choose to live in remote mountain villages, but this time it was right under their noses.

Manager Wan chuckled: "As the saying goes, it's darkest under the lamp. The magistrate of Qili County is probably still in his room flipping through files right now."

Even if he had suspicions, he couldn't just come back to Broken Gold Town and arrest people randomly. He just needed to be careful on the road.

Wanjia has already conducted an investigation.

According to official accounts, the prefect's surname was Jiang, and he had just come from the capital. He was young but experienced.

His style of doing things was never risky or hasty, so half a month had passed since the case was reported to the authorities and there was still no progress.

The Wan family had inquired about him privately, and it was true that he had just arrived in the prefectural city. However, he was stubborn and inflexible, and he clashed with Prefect He of Pingyang Prefecture as soon as he arrived at the prefectural office.

However, since Magistrate Jiang came from a prominent family, he was difficult to deal with, so when the case in Suijin Town came up, he was sent away.

Steward Wan's blatant appearance in Suijin Town was not a deliberate provocation of the Prefect.

It is speculated that given this person's official character, coupled with the mess in Qili County, especially the numerous robberies committed by Tianxianglou over the years, it would take at least half a year to sort things out.

If the magistrate doesn't make a move in half a year, the Wan family can't afford to wait any longer.

If you can't rely on the government, you have to rely on yourself.

Now that old man Hong from Tianxiang Tower is hiding in the shadows, he's already eyeing the Wan and Song families. We still need to lure him out.

Without further ado, the three men from the Wan family, along with Han Ming, began unloading and transferring the goods.

Song Liyun and Wan Liangjin stood by the car and chatted leisurely.

The moonlight was perfect at that moment, making the light of the ever-burning lamp on the altar in the dilapidated temple appear as small as a bean.

Rolls of leather goods were being transferred methodically from one vehicle to another.

Suddenly, Han Ming's hand slipped, and something fell to the ground. The rope loosened, revealing the snow-white wool inside.

The two men from the Wan family quickly stepped forward to put away the sheepskin, but in the moonlight, this scene was still seen by a pair of eyes in the distant woods.

Hundreds of leather goods were moved back and forth for an hour and it still wasn't done.

At the entrance of the dilapidated temple, Song Liyun and Wan Liangjin, who had been chatting idly while standing, were now sitting on the steps in front of the temple.

Song Liyun held two pieces of cardboard in her hand, which were irregularly pieced together.

"Uncle Wan, this is a shoebox. You can fold it like this to put things in it." Song Liyun folded the cardboard along the pre-cut edges, and soon a cardboard box appeared in front of Wan Liangjin.

Manager Wan took the other one and fiddled with it for a while, managing to get it to take shape.

"Haha, not bad. It's perfect for storing embroidered shoes, embroidered items, and blankets." Manager Wan's eyes lit up.

Embroidered shoes and embroidered products are not durable and will deform and wrinkle if piled up too much. Using wooden boxes is also space-consuming and heavy.

When he was at Baolinju, Song Liyun mentioned making cardboard boxes. He had also seen several sample cardboard boxes, which were indeed lighter than wooden boxes.

Unfortunately, the cardboard boxes were just samples and couldn't be sold, which disappointed him.

In order not to disappoint Manager Wan, Song Liyun still rushed to make a few cardboard boxes.

People of the Wu Dynasty were accustomed to using wooden boxes and chests, which were not only sturdy but also intricately carved, showcasing the beauty of craftsmanship.

When there is no matching exquisite printing process, cardboard boxes are somewhat inferior.

However, the packaging that caravans wanted was lightweight and sturdy, and in this respect, cardboard boxes had an absolute advantage.

Once they use them a few times, cardboard boxes will definitely become the preferred choice over heavy ceramic or wooden boxes, and space-consuming bamboo or rattan baskets.

The two were leisurely examining the cardboard box when the man in the woods had already retreated. He hurriedly ran to a tree, untied the horse's reins, and galloped away.

Han Ming's ears twitched, and he whispered to one of his henchmen beside him, "The person keeping watch has already left."

The man tossed the sheepskin in his hand onto the cart beside him and strode over to Manager Wan: "Seventh Uncle, the messenger has already gone to deliver the message."

Manager Wan slammed the cardboard box down and said in a deep voice, "Have someone hold on a little longer. In another incense stick's time, we'll pack it up here and set off."

"yes."

Song Liyun breathed a sigh of relief. It was really difficult to remain calm and composed in front of the enemy for a long time.

She almost couldn't hold it in.

Luckily, I brought my own cardboard boxes, which not only helped me pass the time easily but also allowed me to close a deal.

As Manager Wan just said, he wants all the cardboard boxes and cartons, and will order a hundred of each type for trial use.

The leather goods, which had been moved around, were finally securely tied up, and the three tarpaulin-covered carts slowly started moving.

Song Liyun watched the departing figures of Manager Wan and his entourage, her eyes filled with coldness.

This shipment was worth a total of 650 taels of silver, which Wan Jia paid in cash.

In order not to lose the source of the Broken Gold Guardian, Wan Jia also had to be brave enough to fight for it, so he had to do something in return.

What for? To deliver a message, of course!

In a nameless village ten miles from the official road, a light was still on in an earthen courtyard.

Hong Jingtian, dressed in a gray coarse cloth jacket, sat in the mud-brick house, his face gloomy and his eyes fierce.

More than a month later, he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. His once white hair and youthful face were now covered with age spots.

However, compared to his previous deliberate portrayal of a wealthy and idle person, this time his true identity is revealed more authentically.

This unassuming earthen house has mud walls that haven't even been smoothed out on the outside, but inside it's covered with high-end carpets.

The wall is fitted with a pear wood panel cabinet, and smokeless white wax is burning on the gold table.

On the table is a half-eaten roasted whole lamb, and barley wine from the grasslands.

Around him, there were more than a dozen people, some sitting and some standing, including two of Min Gande's henchmen who had robbed Song Liyun.

Inside the room, a man dressed in coarse cloth clothes but wearing a pair of hard leather boots was responding.

"Old Master, the Song family is indeed connected with the Wan family. Three days ago, a steward from the Wan family went to Suijin Town, stayed there for one night, and then came out. Now, the brothers who are keeping watch say that the Wan family sent three carriages to Suijin Town again last night."

Hong Jingtian held the jade walnut that had been with him for decades and said slowly in a deep voice, "Qin Laosan's body has been found. On that day, a caravan of ten thousand families also appeared."

Although the county constable said that no body was found in Qin He's death, and that he was only reported missing, he also said that there were no murders on that road.

Hong Jingtian certainly didn't believe it. After Tianxiang Tower was shut down, he had Huo Lao Er thoroughly search that area of ​​the mountains and forests.

This time, they searched high and low, and sure enough, Huo Lao Er found a clue.

Not far from the abandoned village, there was a cave with an underground river inside. A sharp-eyed henchman found a shoe by the river and recognized it as the shoe that the missing people had borrowed from him before they left.

The underground river is deep, and another month has passed; even the remains have probably been eaten by fish.

The group had no choice but to take the shoe back to report.

Those who couldn't find Wanchun's furs dared not enter Qili County again.

Hearing that a new magistrate had arrived at the county government, Hong Jingtian had no choice but to hide in a small village.

However, they sent people to guard the official road outside Suijin Town day and night.

Persistence pays off, and now we finally see everyone mobilized.