But this lively scene seemed to have nothing to do with Ning Fan; he stared unblinkingly at the bonfire, no one knew what he was thinking.
Just then, Sangganda said, "Mr. Ning, conditions are limited and we've neglected our guest, I truly must apologize."
Ning Fan was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Village Chief, you've misunderstood. I was just thinking about something."
"Thinking about the merchant ship?"
Sangganda laughed. "You don't need to worry, sir. In at most a month, the merchant ship will arrive here. They won't miss this harvest season."
The dried sea fish from Hill Village were all for the upcoming trade.
Ning Fan shook his head and replied with a smile, "For Hill Village, this should be a decent harvest too, right?"
"Perhaps."
The conversation ended there, and the men of the village were already walking over with wooden bowls in hand.
The next step, naturally, was to offer drinks.
Strictly speaking it wasn't wine, it was more like juice.
