Is There Any Way I Can Serve?

The next day, Pan Yun went to the other side of Mount Sanqing to see them off.

Song Dalin led more than six hundred brothers hiding in a cave.

Some had gone home once, while others had merely headed in the direction of home. Once they sensed no one was watching them, they had slipped back and hidden in the cave these past two days.

Wang Cong's steward had arrived as well.

His surname was Ding. He had followed Wang Cong in trade for several years before staying behind at the end of the year before last to manage a general store in Guangxin Prefecture.

It made a monthly profit of more than twenty taels, earning Wang Cong over two hundred taels of silver a year.

He did not have much money on hand. Let alone purchasing goods, simply sending so many people to Quanzhou would cost a fortune.

Pan Yun looked at Miao Zhen.

Miao Zhen and Tao Yanbai carried in a chest, opened it, and revealed neatly arranged silver ingots inside.

Steward Ding and Song Dalin both widened their eyes.

Pan Yun said, "This is money for purchasing goods. Steward Ding, you know this business well. Take them to buy cloth, books, tea, and porcelain, then transport everything together to Quanzhou Port."

Steward Ding pondered. "The quality and price of cloth and tea can differ enormously. What grade of goods does Junior Martial Uncle want?"

Pan Yun said, "Buy several bolts of brightly colored, top-quality cloth. Use the rest to purchase medium-grade and lower-quality goods. The same goes for tea and porcelain."

Then this chest of silver could buy a great many things.

Steward Ding understood at once and bowed. "This humble one will go at once."

Pan Yun pointed at Song Dalin and Wang Xiaojing. "These six