That night, after taking a long breath, he finally had a good and peaceful sleep.

When I woke up, I felt refreshed and comfortable. After a casual wash, I came to the window and saw that the cement on the riverbank pier was still there. A smile appeared on my face, and I put this account on the water transport department.

, they shouldn’t be able to escape.

"uncle……"

"Uncle, something serious has happened."

Suddenly there was an urgent knock on the door. Brother Rong frowned and opened the door. He saw Qin Zhong and others coming over. He asked, "What made you panic?"

"Our ship is gone, all the ships are gone. There are only a dozen barrels left on the dock, and they cannot be used."

As long as the wooden barrel has an opening, it will definitely get damp in such weather, and of course it will not be used. Brother Rong said secretly, it is best if all the cement cannot be used.

Brother Rong nodded secretly and said: "I understand, will you continue to rest in Taoyuan County today, or will you go to Lema Lake with me?"

"But what should we do with those goods?"

"What should I do?" Brother Rong curled his lips and said: "Everything is gone, so of course we have to go back to the kiln to continue transporting it. Duan Yu and the others from Hongze Lake are still anxiously waiting for the cement to be used. They don't know that the kiln will deliver it this month.

Has the cargo ship left? How many more have been delivered? Alas... when will the lock and dam of Hongze Lake be repaired?"

"Uncle?" Qin Zhong saw that there was no sadness or anger on Jia Rong's face, and suddenly remembered what Jia Rong said yesterday that he wanted to give the cement to the Water Transport Ministry. Could it be that the uncle asked someone to do what happened last night?

Qin Zhong couldn't help but feel horrified and was about to ask, but he swallowed his words in time.

Brother Rong said calmly: "Go back. If the next batch of goods has not left yet, I will ask Jia Yun not to deliver it for the time being. Wait for my letter and then check the situation."

"oh!"

Everyone looked at each other, thinking that Uncle Rong's reaction was strange. But they didn't dare to think too much. They all remembered what Uncle Rong said yesterday. They looked around one by one, and finally persuaded Qin Zhong to return to Ping'an Prefecture as soon as possible.

After Qin Zhong and others left, the old farmer came in with a bag of things.

"Inside are the clothes of the patrol officials, as well as the tokens of the patrol officials. Although the official status of several believers in the transport was lost, it is still worth it in order to complete the work of Lord Ming Wang."

Jia Rong squinted her eyes and looked at him. She smiled strangely and said, "Don't say whether these are available or not. If you want me to help you, you can say it now. I told you yesterday, but I can't damage the reputation of my Jia family."

And benefits. Of course, it is absolutely impossible for me to become the Ming King in your holy religion."

The old farmer heard this, but was not angry at all. He smiled and said, "Whatever you say is what you say. The Holy Cult doesn't want to involve you, but it is worried about your safety. I wanted to send you a female bodyguard for personal protection."

"Protect? Does it mean supervision? Aren't you afraid that someone will take her away if I turn around?" Brother Rong joked. "I always have forbidden palace guards and royal guards around me. It's easy to take care of someone."

"Your Majesty knew that I was following me outside day and night, but you didn't let anyone catch me. So you are not that kind of person." The old farmer laughed, "If you want to harm me again, I'm afraid that I will be raped when I am in Yangzhou."

Got it."

Brother Rong put his hand on the old farmer's shoulder, but he suddenly smelled a strange smell in this guy's mouth, and he let go. He took two steps back and said with a smile: "You never thought of harming me, and you even gave me a gift. Why should I?"

Did it hurt you? I need your help again this time, and we only feel grateful."

It's strange to say, shouldn't all the rebels be fierce? But Jia Rong thought the old farmer in front of him was very cute. The only drawback was his bad breath. It was too smelly.

He added: "After I finish my work, it's time for me to go to Lema Lake to sing opera. You'd better not follow me. It's not as good as Jinling."

The old farmer had a hesitant look on his face. Seeing Brother Rong's sincere face, as if he really cared about him, he hesitated and said, "Then... let's wait for the uncle to return in Jinling."

"Okay, okay."
Chapter completed!