Chapter 167 Omen of Drought

This transaction was always a sure bet. The books were cheaper than those in this area, and they were life-saving books at that. It could be said that people were snatching them up.

Cheng Hao and Su Miaomiao didn't impose any limits, selling as many as they could.

Regardless of whether people later resold the books at a higher price after buying them from them, they wanted to earn money in the present. They felt as though they didn't have much time left. If they wanted to modify their carriage well, they would need a lot of money.

So, while they were earning money here, they also had to put money into the carriage. Although spending money hurt, seeing the carriage slowly being assembled gave them a sense of peace. They thought that with such a powerful vehicle, escaping would be much more stable. It was practically a mobile RV!

It incorporated many of the young couple's designs and their favorite details.

It would definitely be comfortable to live in.

The exterior also maintained the understated and steady colors from before.

From the outside, one would only think it was a bit larger, completely unaware of the hidden mechanisms within. They also tried their best to reduce its weight to facilitate movement. Later, they felt that being too light wasn't good either; a heavier vehicle would be more stable.

Cao Lisong suggested putting effort into the wheels. Good wheels could easily carry very heavy objects, but they also required good materials.

Therefore,

There were many areas that needed improvement. These were being modified as the carriage was being built.

Nothing had been completely finalized yet, as creating such intricate things was very time-consuming and expensive, requiring immense patience.

Fortunately, the city of Quezhou had temporarily stabilized. Everyone gradually found their balance, stopped causing trouble, and began living peacefully.

But the heat was indeed intense.

The people in the Cheng family's caravan had changed from wearing several layers of clothes to just one thin summer garment. As for summer clothes, few of them had any, so they had them custom-made. They all had spare money.

Quezhou City now had no shortage of labor, so making clothes was a simple matter. Moreover, they were cheap and looked good, so everyone had them made.

Su Miaomiao also requested eight-part sleeves, so she wouldn't have to roll up her sleeves.

This would make her movements easier in her daily activities.

Currently, besides her daily exercises, she was selling books with her childhood sweetheart.

The young couple ran from here to there and from there to here.

They were practically exhausted to death every day.

Fortunately,

This also allowed them to familiarize themselves with the routes, and they gradually became acquainted with the surrounding area.

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One day,

Cheng Hao held a paper umbrella for her and told her about recent events.

Su Miaomiao bought a small bag of roasted beans from the street and ate them with a crunchy sound.

Cheng Hao couldn't stand it, "You should eat less of these fiery foods."

Su Miaomiao waved her hand dismissively, "I'm just craving them, to snack on a bit. I'm not eating much. You saw me buy it just now! It's only a small bag!"

As she spoke, she showed him her small paper bag, which was no bigger than her palm.

She mumbled her complaints about him being too strict and then looked around, noticing many people walking under the eaves. Only a few scattered individuals were walking with umbrellas like them. Occasionally, people wearing straw hats passed by, but they were few.

The sun was so fierce that people couldn't bear it, and the ground was radiating heat.

Su Miaomiao exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't expect it to be so hot here too?"

As she spoke, she became worried about the problem of extreme heat.

Su Miaomiao stopped eating her beans and casually stuffed them into Cheng Hao's hand, "This weather is really strange. Why hasn't it rained since summer began? This drought is too extreme. It rained too much before, and now when it should rain, it doesn't. Then, people in the surrounding areas will have their crops wither!"