There is a conspicuous plaque hanging at the door of the small courtyard, reflecting the faint light, which can vaguely make people see the big words "harvest grain shop" in the Qing Dynasty.

The neighbors of Zaohua Hutong know that this is now the warehouse where the harvest grain store on Jixiang Road stores grain.

I have to say that the business of the harvest grain shop is really big, and the backyard of the shop has a small warehouse, not to mention, there is also a special warehouse here.

However, there is no way, who doesn't know that the owner of the harvest grain shop is a noble person from Kyoto.

I heard that there is also a store in Kyoto, and Wenshu has to deliver grain from here to Kyoto every month and a half.

When the business is big, it is natural that you will not care about money.

At this time, in the thick of the night, several carriages covered with thick brown tarpaulins slowly drove into the courtyard.

After all the carriages had driven in, the old man guarding the door leaned over and poked his head out of the door.

The old man's shriveled face was engraved with deep wrinkles, and his gray hair looked a little sloppy. The old man was wearing a dark gray cotton robe, with a slightly hunched back, standing in the wind, which made his whole person look a little trembling, but if someone paid close attention, they would find that in the old man's seemingly cloudy eyes, when looking around, one of the flashes of light had the sharpness to perceive all movements.

The alley was quiet, as it had been for countless nights before, and there was no movement except for the sound of the wind, and the old man relaxed his heart, retracted his neck, and closed the door.

Steward Zhang led people directly into the backyard of the carriage.

The shopkeeper of the harvest grain shop, Cui, was already waiting in the courtyard, and behind the shopkeeper Cui, there were four young people dressed as small servants.

"Shopkeeper!" Steward Zhang jumped down from the carriage and bowed slightly to greet the shopkeeper Cui.

"Hmm!" Shopkeeper Cui nodded, raised his hand and motioned for the little guy behind him to step forward.

Steward Zhang hurriedly got out of the way.

The servants stepped forward and first untied the ropes on the brown tarpaulin, and then lifted the brown tarpaulin covering the carriage.

The wagon was not filled with sacks of grain stacked neatly

If there are outsiders here at this moment, they will definitely be surprised.

When the brown tarpaulin was removed, it was revealed that the carriage was tightly sealed and half a person high.

The carriages had no windows, only small holes were cut into the top and bottom.

Of course, the average person will not notice these small holes.

There was a lock on the door of the carriage, and the boys opened the lock.

A few bags of grain were removed from the carriage door, and the young man huddled in the carriage could be seen.

There were six carriages in total, and there were people hiding in each of them.

Shopkeeper Cui and Steward Zhang and others in the small courtyard watched expressionlessly as the little servant helped the people out of the carriage.

The nursing courtyard in the courtyard was obviously familiar with the situation here, and only vigilantly watched the movements around him, and no one looked at this side more.

The people who were helped down from the carriage looked to be of different ages, but they were all glazed over, as if they were unaware of the outside world, and they stood in place after being helped out of the carriage by the little servant.

Shopkeeper Cui stepped forward and carefully looked at several young people through the faint light in the courtyard.

Although the young people in front of them were glazed, the complexions on their faces still looked very healthy, and their physiques were quite strong.

The shopkeeper Cui looked at it and bowed his head with satisfaction.

"Hmmm! Not bad! You've worked hard too, so let's go down and rest first! This time, let's take some rest! The shopkeeper Cui turned around with his hands behind his back, and said to Steward Zhang, who was waiting with his eyes hanging in half, with a gentle expression.

"Yes! Then I'll go down first! Steward Zhang was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his head to meet the smiling eyes of the shopkeeper Cui, he hurriedly responded.

"Go ahead!" The shopkeeper Cui nodded at him with a smile, with a kind and friendly face.

Steward Zhang bowed and stepped back.

"Go down and rest, too!" Shopkeeper Cui said to several small servants who were following Steward Zhang to escort the goods.

"Yes!" Several of the little guys bowed down in unison and left.

Steward Zhang hurried to a room to the east.

Every time he came back from the delivery, he would spend the night here, go home the next morning, and rest for a day or two, and then take the people to Kyoto.

However, what did the words of the shopkeeper Cui mean just now?

Steward Zhang's pace couldn't help but slow down a little.

More rest? Didn't Kyoto rush the goods every time in the past?

How do you listen to the meaning of the shopkeeper Cui, isn't it in a hurry this time?

Steward Zhang half-bowed his head all the way, thinking about the meaning of what the shopkeeper Cui said, and when he went up the steps, he didn't pay attention for a while, and almost fell.

He hurriedly stabilized his body and subconsciously glanced back.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper Cui was directing those little guys to bring people into the back room, and he didn't pay attention to him.

Steward Zhang settled down and warned himself not to think about things that he shouldn't worry about.

It is only right to do whatever is told from above.

He still remembered vividly how the man in front of him had been killed by his curiosity.

Steward Zhang raised his feet up the steps, turned to the side, and arrived at the door of his room.

"Second Steward!" The door was opened from the inside, and a pretty, watery little maid saluted the steward Zhang, and after letting him in sideways, he reflexively closed the door.

"Is the hot water ready?" After Steward Zhang entered the room, he sat down at the table, took the teacup handed over by the little maid, poured two sips, ignored the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, and asked.

"It's ready!" The little maid's voice was crisp and very pleasant: "Is the second steward taking a bath now?" ”

"Hmm!" Steward Zhang glanced at the little maid with the bridge under the light, and got up a little impatiently and walked to the compartment.

The little maid hurriedly followed.

It's a pity that I have to leave early tomorrow morning and go home to face the yellow-faced woman at home.

Steward Zhang sat in the bathtub and thought secretly.

The little girl's slippery and boneless hands are much softer than a thin white towel.

However, when he thought of the beautiful scenery for a while, Steward Zhang's mood was a little better.

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"Girl...... The girl ...... "Ning Shuang was tinkering with medicinal herbs in the yard with Yan'er as usual, and a little maid hurriedly ran in.

The little girl ran in too quickly, her face was flushed, and she was panting because she ran in so panicked, which startled Yan'er, and she was about to ask her what was wrong, when she heard her girl's voice sound.

"Yan'er, pour Xiaoqin a cup of tea!"

Yan'er and Xiaoqin were stunned at the same time, but Yan'er quickly went to the stone table next to her and poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xiaoqin.

"Take a sip of tea first, go smoothly, and speak slowly! You're not afraid of scaring the girl! Yan'er handed the teacup to the little maid and chattered a few words by the way.