All things considered, their trip had been intriguing but uneventful.
Lin Ziyin, in a good mood, went to the butcher's to collect some offal and bought some pork belly to take back home.
"Those folks won't come to stir up trouble again, will they?" Lin Changshu couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy thinking about the two formidable women back at the teahouse.
"No worries." Lin Ziyin answered, "If Ding'an Temple wants to cooperate with us, they will find a way to deal with that issue. By the way, bro, once we have enough silver, let's buy a cow and a cart."
"Good plan." Lin Changshu readily agreed as he sat on the cart. They needed to go out frequently for their business and having to rely on borrowing Lou Zheng's cart every time was inconvenient. Besides, to a farmer, a cow was an important asset.