The next morning.
Dark clouds shrouded the dawn, the sky ominous and heavy.
But Man Xiu's mood was unaffected.
Filled with curiosity, he hurriedly finished breakfast and arrived early at the manor to wait.
Luo De, who got up early, wasted no time and, after meeting with Man Xiu, led him to a wooden house behind the manor.
The area around the wooden house was sprinkled with quicklime, specifically for moisture prevention.
The center of the wooden house was piled with items, covered with a large piece of oilcloth.
Luo De casually gestured with his hand, signaling with his eyes.
Gang Le immediately understood, stepped forward quickly, and lifted the oilcloth from the barrel.
Immediately after, Gang Le moved the nearest wooden barrel in front of Man Xiu and opened the wooden lid.
Man Xiu looked at the crystalline contents, clearly taken aback,
"Is this... salt?"
