However, the station had been burned to the ground. Luckily, due to the fine weather and the cumbersome loading and unloading process, most of the grain and fodder were piled up in the rear courtyard on the open ground. This made the loss seem less severe.
Early in the morning, Ye Jiu found Sikong Mo.
Despite being up all night, Sikong Mo's face showed no signs of exhaustion, but his complexion was somewhat gloomy, reflecting his poor mood.
Suddenly, Ye Jiu felt a pain in his chest.
Reaching out, he tugged at Sikong Mo's clothes and said, "Master Sikong, you need not worry. I still have plenty of food here that can make up for the loss caused by the fire."
"Gathering so much grain and fodder all at once; won't it cause any trouble?" Sikong Mo asked subconsciously, "We still have quite a lot left, and I can gather the rest myself. Jiujiu, you need not worry about me if it's difficult for you."
Because, deep inside, he did not wish for Ye Jiu to suffer on his behalf.
