Chapter 236 People are in high spirits when good things happen.
Jiang Ling had long suspected that Fang Shijie was not a member of the Dayu Dynasty, but she did not have any solid evidence, so she did not mention it to Cheng Fang and Zhao Jingxing.
Because she knew that Cheng Fang and Zhao Jingxing would take her words seriously.
She was afraid that she had guessed wrong, which would not only be a waste of time and money, but also cause trouble for Fang Shijie.
But now that Cheng Fang brought it up, she had no choice but to explain her suspicions one by one.
Describe your observations in as much detail as possible.
After writing the reply, she realized she didn't have sealing wax, but she had transparent tape. She carefully wrapped it around the envelope.
This thing will leave a mark as long as it's been torn off.
Jiang Ling handed him the reply: "You must be tired from your journey. Have some hot tea before you go."
"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Jiang. I must return to the capital immediately to report back. I dare not delay."
Cheng Rao clasped his hands in farewell once more and took his leave, his movements as swift and decisive as ever.
After seeing off Cheng Fang's personal guards, Xiao Ran and Xiao Yi returned.
"Sister Jiang!"
"elder sister!"
In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and the craftsmen took a short break.
Jiang Ling moved a chair and sat in the sun at the shop entrance, while Xiao Ran and Xiao Yi helped organize some loose goods.
At this moment, two seemingly ordinary green-covered carriages, driven by a skilled coachman, stopped not far from the shop.
A middle-aged man dressed as a wealthy businessman in a dark blue cotton robe stepped out of the car. He had an ordinary face but sharp eyes and a steady gait. Behind him was an elderly man who looked like an accountant.
The middle-aged man walked up to Jiang Ling, bowed slightly, and spoke in a polite but cautious tone:
"Excuse me, are you Jiang Ling, the owner of Jixiang General Store?"
Jiang Ling stood up, already having a guess in her mind:
"Indeed, and who are you, sir?"
The middle-aged man took out a letter from his pocket and lowered his voice, saying:
"Entrusted by Young Master Lu Qian, I have come to discuss with Boss Jiang the purchase of a batch of mountain products."
Jiang Ling recognized Qin Qian's personal seal on the letter and understood what was going on.
This is the second batch of people Qin Qian arranged to receive the supplies.
"So you're a distinguished guest, please come in."
She led the two to the only empty table behind the shop counter, leaving Xiaoran and Xiaoyi to watch over the shop from the front.
After taking their seats, the middle-aged man introduced himself: "My surname is Yan, and my given name is Su. This is Mr. Wu, who is in charge of the accounts."
He introduced himself casually, but Jiang Ling could sense that this man was no ordinary merchant. His calm and capable demeanor made him seem more like the head manager of a large family.
It seems that Qin Qian did not allow anyone in the military to interfere with this shipment.
But why call it a mountain product?
He had his reasons for making these arrangements.
Since he considers him a reliable person, let's play along.
Jiang Ling nodded in greeting, "Boss Yan, Mr. Wu. The mountain products that Young Master Lu ordered have been prepared. When will you be coming to pick them up?"
He sat upright with a serious expression, glancing at the haphazardly piled boxes and sacks in the shop; these must be the supplies.
Although I was prepared, I was still a little surprised.
The shop looked ordinary (the stacked boxes blocked the items on the shelves), and the shopkeeper looked like just an ordinary girl, yet she managed to procure so many supplies.
He looked at Jiang Ling with a frank and direct gaze: "Mr. Jiang, you've gone to a lot of trouble. We've prepared the grain truck and the accompanying personnel, and we're ready to pick up the goods tomorrow morning. I wonder if it would be convenient for you, Mr. Jiang?"
There were hardly any people around early in the morning, which helped avoid attracting attention.
"good!"
Once the matter was settled, Jiang Ling added, "This time there are quite a lot of supplies, about 152 vehicles. Please get ready."
In addition to food, this shipment also included cloth and medical supplies.
There was also the bulletproof vest that Jiang Ling prepared for Qin Qian.
The journey was long and delivering supplies was not easy, so Jiang Ling prepared extra supplies.
Yan Su exchanged a glance with Mr. Wu and nodded slightly.
"We will do as Boss Jiang instructs. We will take care of the transportation. We will disguise ourselves as a caravan selling tea and porcelain and take a detour through the back mountain path to avoid disturbing the locals as much as possible."
“Okay.” Jiang Ling nodded firmly.
Mr. Wu immediately took out a silver note and a box of gold from his suitcase and handed them to Jiang Ling.
"Please accept the remaining payment for this batch of mountain produce, Mr. Jiang."
"Then thank you very much, Boss Yan." Jiang Ling accepted the gift without refusing.
After seeing off Yan Su and Mr. Wu, Jiang Ling stood outside the door, gazing at the open space in the distance.
I recalled the scene when Lu Qian was collecting vegetables at the door.
He would always set up a temporary shed there. After harvesting the vegetables, he wouldn't be in a hurry. He would always stay and chat with the villagers. Sometimes he would sit there and chat with them until noon before leaving.
Everyone was happy during that time; there was no heavy snow, no disaster victims, and not so much scheming.
She longed to go back to those days.
Just then, Xiaoyi came over and hugged her leg.
His watery eyes looked at her
"What are you thinking about, sister? It's going to snow soon, shall we go back?"
"Sister Jiang." Xiao Ran also came over and stood quietly to the side, looking at her with concern.
At his age, he can no longer act like Xiaoyi, spoiling himself without any worries.
As he gets older, he seems to become more taciturn.
Although he couldn't express it, in his heart, besides his family, Jiang Ling was the most important person.
Whenever Jiang Ling needed help, he would rush over without hesitation.
Jiang Ling snapped out of her thoughts and reached out to rub his little head.
"Okay, let's go back."
Just as I turned to go into the shop, I saw Aunt Qian carrying a small bamboo basket, walking towards me with a smile.
"Miss Jiang! You're just at the door."
Aunt Qian has a loud and clear voice, and the white mist she exhales lingers briefly in the air.
She handed the bamboo basket forward; it was half-full of brown chestnuts in their shells.
“My husband and I found these wild chestnut trees when we went up the mountain to chop firewood a couple of days ago. We picked quite a few. They taste quite sweet and sticky, so we thought we'd bring some over for Miss Jiang to try. They're nothing precious, so please don't be offended.”
That's what makes neighbors—a relationship of giving and receiving.
Jiang Ling reached out and took it, "Aunt Qian, you're too kind. Thank you for thinking of us. It's cold outside, come in and have a cup of hot tea."
"Hey, we're neighbors, why are you being so polite! No need for tea, the sun is shining brightly today, and I still have some stitches left on a few quilts, I'm thinking of getting them done before the New Year."
Jiang Ling remembered that the villagers had mentioned it in their casual conversation, so she smiled and said:
"I heard your eldest son is getting married next spring? Don't forget to invite me to the wedding banquet!"
At this point, Aunt Qian, in high spirits due to the happy occasion, immediately agreed with a smile.
"Absolutely! We can't forget Miss Jiang! My husband and I will come to invite you in person. The wedding quilt for my eldest son's wedding will be made from your fabric."
Jiang Ling's fabric was soft, thick, and durable, so Aunt Qian took it to a dye shop to be dyed red to make wedding quilts.
Wearing a layer of cotton wool over your clothes in the dead of winter is very warm and perfect.
"Okay, then I'll be waiting to drink."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Aunt Qian turned around and went back to her work.
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