However, she dared to think these thoughts only in her heart; she truly dared not speak them out loud or act on them.
After her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, Ye Jiu began to take things out.
Only when the entire warehouse was filled did she finally stop.
This warehouse was too small, only the size of two ordinary rooms, so she had only brought out a bit of what she had prepared; the bulk of it remained in the storage compartments.
However, thinking of Sikong Mo’s advice to take out just a part at first and retrieve the rest slowly on the way back, she then stopped.
Yet, thinking about the amount of silver Sikong Mo had paid, she still felt the supplies were somewhat insufficient and felt guilty for his expenditure!
Ye Jiu thought that once she returned, she would have Luo Ranran continue purchasing; the money should, after all, ensure that Sikong son’s men had enough to eat.
Moreover, those heading to the battlefield were risking their lives; it was absolutely crucial not to skimp on food and drink.
When Ye Jiu went out, she saw Sikong Mo standing upright at the entrance, his hands clasped behind his back; coming out of the door, Ye Jiu could only see his back.
Yet, she felt as if his silhouette seemed to reveal a somewhat lonely demeanour.
"Is it enough, Master Sikong?" Ye Jiu asked, looking at his back.
Sikong Mo turned around, nodded slightly at her, then walked past Ye Jiu.
When he turned around, his face was still expressionless, which made Ye Jiu think he must be dissatisfied with the amount of supplies, right?
So, having received so much money from him, Ye Jiu explained, "This warehouse is too small to hold everything. If Master Sikong thinks it’s too little, I have a lot more I can bring out now, or we can take it out along the way."
Sikong Mo’s expression slightly tightened, and after a moment, he finally said, "It’s enough, the grain isn’t urgent."
The amount of grain was already enough to astonish him.
While in the space, he had heard Ye Jiu and another person from another world discussing the types of grain they intended to buy. Indeed, there were many items he didn’t recognize at all, only knowing they were edible.
He had just glanced around, and the room was filled with sacks of Dabai rice and many white noodles, unlike the hand-pulled noodles eaten by the people of Dongyue, looking much more refined.
Thinking back on their previous supplies, most were just miscellaneous grains that were enough to fill people’s bellies.
Now, in an era where nearly every household was struggling to eat well, Ye Jiu was able to effortlessly buy such fine grain from another world.
Sikong Mo couldn’t help but wonder just how wealthy Luo Ranran’s world must be!
All the way until he mounted his horse, Sikong Mo remained silent, completely lost in shock.
It was Ye Jiu who, looking out the window at the vast fields and the people working therein, slowly curved her lips into a nostalgic smile.
At this time, her parents at home must also be busy weeding and pest control in the fields, right?
"Master Sikong, you know..." Ye Jiu suddenly remembered the hot springs manor the Prince Jing had given her.
She didn’t know how far it was from here, but if it was close, she would like to visit as well.
After all, she was about to leave this place, and she did not know when she would return to the capital city again; she wanted to visit her own estate, to experience soaking in the hot springs of her own manor, to enjoy the feeling of being wealthy.