"It's breakfast time!"
The morning light in Grandpa's house was summoned by Aunt Liu's call.
Li Sanjiang picked up his bowl and took a few bites of porridge with some pickled vegetables, his gaze sweeping over Tan Wenbin, Run Sheng, and Lin Shuyou. He nodded silently.
The mules that had been out recently were all back in their pens today.
Counting them one by one, not a single one was missing.
After the meal, as usual, Little Yuanhou was supposed to accompany him on a digestive walk.
But today, Li Sanjiang took the initiative with Run Sheng and said:
"Marquis Runsheng, come, take me on a trip to Si'an Town."
Run Sheng was taken aback; he originally planned to return to his old home in West Pavilion today to stock up on some rice, noodles, grains, and oil for his grandfather.
After all, it had been a while since the last transaction, and theoretically, it was almost time to fetch the next batch of Jiang Shui.
