Zhao Liu had a mysterious expression.
"All this is because, every spring and autumn, each mountain top here has to pay silver to Jang Si Lang, who stands guard at the postal relay station on the road to Shu. Otherwise, how could we have this peace? Now, the days of the Autumn Harvest are approaching, madam, it would be better to make plans sooner to avoid being without a strategy at the crucial moment."
Having said this, Zhao Liu rushed to respond to the increasingly frequent calls from the other end, hurriedly finished speaking, and then quickly left.
Leaving Su Pan'er alone standing there, it took her a while to regain her senses.
It wasn't until the busy Uncle Xiao came back, saw her standing alone under the sun, that he woke her up, "Madam, the sun is too harsh, standing in the blazing sun like this, be careful not to get sunstroke!"