Upon hearing this, Jiaang Yusong's expression turned solemn. He put down his teacup and said earnestly, "Brother Yong, rest assured, everything is being executed according to plan. This time, we'll make sure they lose everything, trying to steal the chicken only to end up losing the rice used as bait, and suffer even greater losses."
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Changning Ferry.
As night fell, the ferry remained bustling. Hanging Fluorescent Stone Spirit Lamps illuminated the entire Changning Ferry as if it were daytime.
There's no helping it; the throughput of this ferry is immense, and places like Xin'an Town and Ping'an Town consume resources excessively.
The tax officers, young and old, this time returned with more than nothing. At least they purchased a cart full of Wang Family's local specialties, some medium to low-grade glass products, ordinary Wang Family paper, and even some ordinary-grade Grain Seeds, as well as various inexpensive but decent-quality farming tools.
