The Rural Market was exceptionally bleak and deserted by day.
The stalls that had still been fairly lively at night were now mostly empty, or their owners were listlessly dozing.
Only a sparse few villagers hurried about buying the bare necessities, their faces unable to conceal their worry.
The moment a transaction was completed, they left at once, unwilling to linger even a second longer.
Hu Lao San's tent was still open, but he himself was letting out a huge yawn.
As he rubbed his bloodshot eyes, he directed the shop hands to pack up.
He had stayed up through the latter half of the night overseeing the loading and shipment of an important batch of goods. He had only dared to catch a little sleep near dawn, and he was utterly exhausted now.
He was preparing to close the tent and return to the merchant guild's rented base in the village for a proper rest.
Just then, he saw a figure who absolutely should not have appeared at this time striding quickly toward him—Fang Yuan!
Hu Lao San froze halfway through his yawn. Half his drowsiness vanished in an instant, and obvious surprise appeared on his face.
Especially when he saw Fang Yuan's grave, urgent expression, his heart gave a jolt.
Fang Yuan walked up without exchanging any pleasantries. He went straight to the point, his voice low but carrying undeniable urgency.
"Steward Hu, I'll spare you the nonsense. Does your merchant guild have any convoys heading to the county town soon?
"My family of three wants to hitch a ride. The price is negotiable! As long as it's safe and fast!"
Hu Lao San looked at Fang Yuan, his expression becoming exceedingly complicated.
He glanced around, pulled Fang Yuan deeper into the tent, then said with a bitter