Shopkeeper Lan pulled Ming Zhiyuan up and pushed him down on the chair and said: Master, don't be too polite. You and I have a deep friendship. Since Master is in trouble, please let me think about it first. Let me think about it.
Shopkeeper Lan first tapped the edge of the table with his fingers and thought for a long time, then stood up and walked around in the Accord. But he still couldn't come up with an idea. He looked embarrassed.
Ming Zhiyuan was so anxious that he wanted to ask Shopkeeper Lan if he had any preliminary ideas. If he was not sure, why not bring it out and let everyone go through the details together? But he was afraid of interrupting his train of thought. He was flustered for a moment.
The shopkeeper Lan walked around for half an hour and finally sat down: Master, at present, there is only one way. Our boss's convoy will go to Qianyuan to purchase goods, and all of them will set off together with more than a dozen large trucks. There are also three people of all kinds driving to escort them.
There are more than ten people. I thought about it for a long time. If you don't mind, you can pretend to be the driver of the accompanying car. I will arrange another driver in another car. When the time comes, you can use another person's customs clearance document to pass the customs. There are some in the convoy.
A man named Lin Dahai is somewhat similar to you.
Our convoy often travels to and from the border, and the officers and soldiers at the checkpoints on both sides are all familiar with each other. I handed over a stack of documents, just looked at them briefly, stamped them and then let them go. I hope no one will return them one by one.
Comparison passed.
What Ming Zhiyuan was waiting for was Shopkeeper Lan's words, and he stood up and bowed, unable to stop thanking him. Shopkeeper Lan had also been short-talking Ming Zhiyuan these days. There were so many people in their convoy, so it was not very easy to take one person out.
It was a difficult task, so he agreed to help him. Ming Zhiyuan finally solved the problem, and his mood became cheerful after being gloomy for days. He kept joking and chatting with shopkeeper Lan, who made him laugh until the meal was over.
I went to Yihong Courtyard in Daxing Mansion with Shopkeeper Lan to make some arrangements with Shopkeeper Lan, and then returned to the inn.
After returning to the inn, Ming Zhiyuan took out the banknotes he had and counted them. During this period of time, he kept treating shopkeeper Lan to eat, drink and have fun. He had very little left, so he only had less than a hundred taels in hand. Fortunately, he would need it the day after tomorrow.
Set off for Qianyuan Kingdom. There is no need to rush to exchange the spiritual stones for silver notes now. It will not be too late to exchange them for Qianyuan silver notes after arriving at Qianyuan Kingdom.
The next day, Ming Zhiyuan did not invite shopkeeper Lan. The two had already agreed to wait for the convoy at the inn and get in the car directly. He went to the market to buy some dried meat and naan cakes that were easy to store and easy to store.
On the way back, I remembered something again and bought some fresh meat and rice. I walked around two streets and came to the small alley of Yiruo's house. Not long after I walked in, I saw the girl squatting on the ground making a fire.
It was still the same patched clothes that I wore that day, but they were washed clean.
Yiruo heard the movement behind her, turned around, saw Ming Zhiyuan, her eyes lit up:
"My benefactor is here, please sit inside..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly stopped again, as if she knew that there was really no place to sit in the wooden shed.
Ming Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head, "How is your mother?"
"My mother is getting better, thanks to my benefactor for saving me, otherwise..."
"It's better. I bought you some things. I don't know what you need. I just bought some." Ming Zhiyuan said and handed over the bag of meat and rice in his hand.
Yiruo didn't want to pick it up, so she hesitated a little and then took it generously, "I already owe my benefactor so much, and that's not what I'm doing anymore." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice lowered again, "I just don't know."
How to repay your benefactor?"
Ming Zhiyuan smiled, "I don't want anything in return. I walked into this alley ignorantly that day. We were destined to meet each other. You little girl, don't think so much." Yiruo saw that Ming Zhiyuan was still holding a hand in one hand.
There were bags containing dry food and dried meat, and he asked doubtfully, "Is my benefactor going on a far journey?"
Ming Zhiyuan looked at the bag in his hand and replied, "Yes, I need to go out for something."
"When will my benefactor come back?"
"Don't call me my benefactor, just call me brother Zhiyuan. I don't know when I will come back. If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again. I came to see you today, and I will leave tomorrow morning."
Yiruo raised her eyes and looked at Ming Zhiyuan, "Can I see my benefactor again?"
"Call me Brother Zhiyuan"
"Brother Zhiyuan, can I see you again?"
Ming Zhiyuan walked up and touched her head, "Maybe."
Then he turned around and walked away and said: Take good care of your mother, and also take good care of yourself.
After walking a few steps, he came back, took out the banknotes on his body and left a small one, and stuffed the rest into Yiruo's hand. Then he strode away again.
Yiruo stared blankly at Ming Zhiyuan's figure striding away. She didn't know what she was thinking. The sun shone from behind Yiruo and then shone on Ming Zhiyuan, stretching the two figures. They turned around.
When the sun came up and it was time to set off as agreed with Shopkeeper Lan, Ming Zhiyuan carried a package and was waiting in the inn lobby early in the morning. Not long after, the wheels of the motorcade came and Ming Zhiyuan walked out of the inn. Shopkeeper Lan was sitting on the
On a carriage, he saw Ming Zhiyuan and waved quickly. Ming Zhiyuan hurried forward, and before the carriage stopped, he jumped up.
Shopkeeper Lan chuckled and said, "Sir, we're leaving now."
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Ming Zhiyuan himself did not expect that the journey to Chongzhou would be so smooth. As Shopkeeper Lan said, their motorcade traveled to and from the Qianyuan Gaoyue border all year round. When Shopkeeper Lan handed over a stack of certification documents, the checkpoint
The officers and soldiers quickly stamped the customs clearance stamp and told Shopkeeper Lan's convoy to leave the customs quickly and not to block the convoy behind it.
Chongzhou is the distribution center for all kinds of goods in the Qianyuan Kingdom. Basically all merchants purchase goods in Chongzhou. After Ming Zhiyuan followed Shopkeeper Lan’s convoy to Chongzhou City, he found a place to exchange spiritual stones. He specially gave them to Shopkeeper Lan.
Two hundred taels of silver notes were given as a token of gratitude. Shopkeeper Lan accepted the offer after several refusals.
Shopkeeper Lan will then go to the wholesale place to purchase goods, and Ming Zhiyuan will go to Luzhou to wait for an opportunity to cross the border from Luzhou to Tianyang Kingdom. The two say goodbye and cherish each other.
Ming Zhiyuan learned the wisdom. In order not to waste time, he checked at the entrance of every inn in Chongzhou City. As soon as he saw a convoy getting ready, he went up to inquire. After asking several inns, he finally found a convoy heading to Luzhou.
The convoy followed the convoy to Luzhou.
With the example of Shopkeeper Lan, he wanted to find another convoy in Luzhou to take him to the Tianyang border. But this time it was not so easy to find. He asked several Qianyuan merchants in Luzhou City.
As soon as the convoy that trafficked goods between Tianyang said that he wanted to go with the convoy to Tianyang, people waved their hands and refused to talk to him.
In the blink of an eye, Ming Zhiyuan has been delayed in Luzhou for more than half a month. He goes out every day to look for various shops and fleets to inquire. This time he seems to have lost his luck in Daxing. No matter how he says good things or promises money, no one else will do it.
I was moved. I wanted to invite the shopkeepers to dinner and entertainment, but no one was willing to go.
On this day, Ming Zhiyuan came to the Qicai Pier in Luzhou City where motorcades gathered. He conveyed the news several times, but still couldn't find anyone to talk to. Someone behind him tugged on his sleeve.