Old Mrs. Chen stood on the hillside looking down; the official road was filled with mule carts as far as the eye could see.
Chen Zigeng led the village's half-grown boys to help at the charitable granary.
Since it was transporting military supplies, it was naturally best to set off as soon as possible. Otherwise, by the time Cai Rong reacted, he might interfere.
Mrs. Gao, busy for a while, rushed to Old Mrs. Chen's side and said, "It's almost done. One wouldn't know if they didn't transport it—only when transporting it did I realize... Aunt, we have quite a bit of savings."
Old Mrs. Chen proudly lifted her head, "Of course, Yongsheng has been hustling millet everywhere early on, along with the wasteland we planted in spring. It might not seem like much each time, but over time, it accumulates."
