Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 327 Extra Story Listen to a Midsummer Song 5
The next morning.

All Bianliang sub-helm members were mobilized, and everyone braved the extremely severe snowy weather to pick up goods from door to door.

Their faces were red and purple, and they were about to crack from the cold. The snow fell hard and fast, and the boys were desperate to rush.

Bianliang City is famous for mink velvet in the state of Qin. At present, the mink velvet piled up in every household has slightly returned to the tide.

Quality has been compromised.

If it is delayed for another two or three days, I am afraid that all the down furs of this year will be packed at the bottom of the box and become inferior goods.

Just before today, even if they were reduced to inferior goods, they would not dare to hand them over to the escorts for transportation. This is an extremely risky approach.

Otherwise, all these hard work will go to waste, just like this year's crops, there will be no harvest.

But for some reason, the government in Bianliang City changed in just one night.

Go up to Bianliang County Guard, down to Yamen Minor Service.

The government began to encourage shipments, and formulated a series of protection policies, which really provided protective umbrellas for the frightened families.

Everyone in the government began to help the common people carry the goods, and distributed all the relief materials that had been deployed from various places to every household.

For a while, the entire Bianliang City was very busy.

Many common people gathered a lot of eggs, vegetables, meat, and silver, and secretly put them all at the gate of Changfeng Bodyguard Company to thank them for risking their lives to help with the shipment.

His style is worthy of being a century-old brand, in such a bad weather, how could other small escort firms volunteer to help!
From early in the morning to late at night, the heavy snow never stopped.

The people raised the smoke and cooked a lot of ginger soup.

The yamen servants who had been busy all day, and the men of the bodyguards, all sat in the house to enjoy the fire, and drank the steaming cold ginger soup.

As for the one with the most starting distance, Sang Xiaruo is the second, and no one can be the first.

As the night grew thicker, everyone gathered in the house to keep warm.

Sang Xia was tireless, she was very cautious, and was checking one by one the boxes to be transported tomorrow morning.

Xu felt that her long hair was in the way, so she tied a white jade hairpin into a simple bun at this moment.

The girl's sharp chin and graceful neck curve are vividly displayed.

She took paper and pen, and occasionally recorded something.

Nanny Lan brought a bowl of steaming ginger soup, walked up to Sangxia, and said softly, "Miss, no matter how busy you are, you have to rest. You have been running outside all day, drink some ginger soup to warm your body."

"Let it go, Aunt Lan."

Sang Xia looked at the newly opened box of goods, pressed the end of her pen to her chin, and frowned.

Sister Lan saw that she was forgetting to eat and sleep, so she couldn't talk too much, so she had to put the ginger soup on the table.

With a bang, the cargo box was closed.

Sang Xia scratched her hair irritably, threw the paper and pen on the table, stepped on the bench with her boots, and sighed: "These bastards are plotting against my aunt!"

Aunt Lan: "???"

The more Sang Xia thought about it, the more she got angry. She kicked the bench away, picked up the fox fur and put it on, tied the belt as she walked, and ordered: "Go, call the bodyguards in the helm, gather at the door as soon as possible, and follow me to deal with the group of orphans." .”

"Yes!"

Sister Lan immediately ran to call for someone.

……

Lanterns sway in the wind.

A big red plaque with flamboyant fonts.

The first leather workshop in Bianliang——Jiang Ji.

As the saying goes, the Pifang of Qin State looks at Bianliang, and the Pifang of Bianliang looks at Jiangji.

The entire Bianliang City knew that Jiang Ji was a well-known time-honored brand, and Jiang Dashan, the shopkeeper of Jiang Ji, was the elder brother of the governor of Bianliang.

Sang Xia walked outside Jiang Ji's store, a few strands of black hair on the girl's forehead danced lightly with the heavy snow.

As she walked, her whole body exuded a chill.

An escort followed her quickly, holding an umbrella for her.

The other bodyguards were moving their muscles and bones, shaking their necks, and their fists were creaking endlessly, each of them gnashing their teeth.

(End of this chapter)