There were too many things, and Jiang Mingyue made several trips back and forth, throwing them into the space whenever she reached a deserted corner.
Even the sewing machine was handled the same way. This time she was grateful for her immense strength and didn't need anyone's help.
"Ming Yue, will the donkey cart from your village really come to help you pull these?"
"Yes, don't worry and just focus on your work. Oh, and if you're free, you can come to Qingshan Village to find me. Just mention my name."
"Hmm, hmm, hmm, I'll visit your house when I'm free. I roughly know where your village is."
Having completed the big purchase, Jiang Mingyue was about to head home.
Humming a little tune, she leisurely rode out of the city, not expecting to be called out at the junction.
"Ming Yue..."
Jiang Mingyue promptly squeezed the brakes.
She saw four people emerge from behind a tree.
"Mr. Yang? Are you all right now!"
