He rubbed his hands together and rolled the silver ingot into a thin stick. He broke off a few pieces of broken silver from the top, each worth three or five yuan. Just as Fan Xiaodao was about to reach out to pick up the remaining silver, Tang Bufan put the silver into his arms.

Zhong smiled and said, "Take it as my wages."

He asked the two of them to wait outside the door. He went to the carriage shop, said hello to the shopkeeper, and chatted a few words. Then he called the doorman over, whispered a few words in his ear, and whispered a few words.

A piece of silver was in his hand, and he walked out after a while.

"Did you get it?"

Tang Bufan raised the note in his hand and said: "Thank you! It's the carriage of Lao Liu's grain depot in the south of the city. The shopkeeper of that grain depot was my father's friend back then. Speaking of which, I should call him uncle, but he

We are in the grain business, how could we get involved in your dispute?"

Duan Yunhong said, "I...I don't know."

The three of them headed to the south of the city.

On the way, Fan Xiaodao asked Tang Bufan, "You and Miss Duan are not relatives, so why are you so active?"
Chapter completed!