Over on the other side, Chen Song saw the old woman but pretended he hadn't.
He gazed at the official leather box, now cleaned and resting on an oil-paper umbrella, and patted his daughter's shoulder with a large hand.
"My good girl, you've done something truly amazing this time."
"It wasn't just my achievement. Jing and De'an were a huge help, too."
Chen Song roared with laughter, a wide grin splitting his face. "You all get credit, you all get credit! Later, your dad will reward you all based on your merits."
Chen Song stared intently at the treasure box, his eyes practically gleaming with golden light.
Before coming to Xiaoao Mountain, he had specifically gone to consult an old clerk at the county government office. He had found out that when the rebels retreated from Qingshui County back then, they did indeed have supply wagons with them.
