"Alright, I'm off," Cheng Zongyang said with a smile.
With that, Cheng Zongyang waved goodbye to his uncles, then headed to the Storehouse. He collected the more than seventy taels of gold sand that had been accumulated over the past three months.
After saying his goodbyes, he left and headed out of the mountains.
As winter set in, the Salt Workshop had ceased operations to prevent any accidents. They had produced several thousand jin of salt over the past few months, far more than Cheng Family Village could currently consume. It wouldn't be too late to resume production after the start of spring next year.
'If they stockpiled a bit more, they might be able to try selling it later.'
The gold panning, however, was still ongoing.
Outside the mountains, Cheng Zongyang stowed his belongings in the Wilderness World and sighed at the sight before him. It was a desolate scene. Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but black, scorched earth.
