"On behalf of everyone in the caravan, I thank you both for your tireless efforts and for braving the dangers to cross the snowfield to come here. Otherwise, if we had continued to be trapped here, the consequences would have been unimaginable." The Trade Team Leader, who was nearing fifty, wore a sincere smile.
"You're too kind, Shopkeeper Li," Liang Xin'an replied.
Jing Rou, on the other hand, wasn't focused on this; he was busy counting the supplies the caravan had brought.
Each wooden barrel was filled with kerosene, and besides that, there were some warm clothes and strong liquor, all of which were desperately needed at the moment.
"Sir, you don't need to count; we've preserved all the goods very well, not even a bit was used during the days we were trapped," Shopkeeper Li said with a smile.
Jing Rou nodded and then asked, "So how do we get them in?"
To Jing Rou, it seemed certain that after this ordeal, the caravan couldn't possibly continue forward.
