"Of course, please follow us." Gu Jinli was also eager to sell blankets and make money and got up to leave.
Qin San Lang walked alongside her, reminding her of any thresholds or stones and puddles on the road ahead.
Chief Ruan smiled as he watched… Indeed, the young master was lying. Mrs. Qin wasn't some overbearing tigress holding down her husband; she was just cherished by him.
After following Gu Jinli and her husband for more than a quarter of an hour, Chief Ruan saw ahead a series of mats laid out, covered in piles of chicken, duck, and goose down, being sun-dried on a large open space. From afar, they looked like fluffy plants growing on the ground. There was one pile that was particularly white, resembling clouds in the sky, and at a glance… you could tell they would fetch a good price!
Chief Ruan was delighted and, as he walked over to the piles of down, grabbed a handful, brought it to his nose, and sniffed: "No odor, no fragrance, excellent."
