"I've checked, I've checked. The medicinal soup is also being brewed in the boat's kitchen. It should be ready to drink soon," said Gao Shi as she stepped out.
"That's good. Have Fang Cao brew some ginger soup for everyone, and let each person drink two bowls to warm themselves up. Once the boat reaches the shore, it should be much warmer on the Lu State side," Yu Xiaolian said as she closed the door.
It wasn't that she was unkind; it was just that her daughter was too young. If she caught a cold, it would break her heart.
Su Jingchen was not sharing a room with Yu Xiaolian.
When the imperial decree arrived, it was accompanied by a thick stack of files. Whenever Su Jingchen had the time, he had to read these files and familiarize himself with the matters of the Lianghuai Salt Field.
To say the position of Salt Transport Envoy of Lianghuai was lucrative would be an understatement. Though only a third-rank official position, even a first-rank official didn't live as comfortably.
