That evening, Zhang Bo came by personally, bringing ten lengths of wood for bow-making.
Among the ten pieces of wood, seven were Zhe Wood and three were Mulberry Wood.
"I'm all out of Zhe Wood. If you don't want the Mulberry Wood, I can give you some of the salt back," Zhang Bo said, holding onto the three pieces of Mulberry Wood.
"No need. Mulberry Wood is fine. It's a soft wood, so the bows will be more durable," Qin Ziwen said calmly. He gave a couple of tugs, yanking the Mulberry Wood over, and called out, "Du Yu, bring the salt."
Du Yu appeared with a large Bag of Salt in each hand and shoved them into Zhang Bo's arms.
Seeing how easily Du Yu carried them, Zhang Bo let his guard down.
When he took them, he almost lost his grip and dropped them.
Du Yu helped steady him. "Careful, don't drop them."
Zhang Bo snapped back to his senses, raised his head, and sized up the man before him.
