Song Jiyun couldn't help but frown.
The arguing outside grew louder, "Fine, we won't take your boat. Give us back the remaining fare. A total of two hundred taels of silver, you've sailed half the distance, just give us back one hundred taels of silver and that's it."
It was Hong Xi's voice.
Song Jiyun couldn't help but walk over to push open the window.
Hong Xi, supporting the frail Hong Zhao, said coldly to the boat owner, "Don't think you can just ride on the coattails of the Grain Transport Gang. I'm going to Yingtian Prefecture to ask around right now."
As he spoke, he took out a red invitation from his bosom and called out loudly to the people around, "I am a relative of the Prefectural Magistrate's family from Shuntian Prefecture. I would be grateful if someone could help us deliver a message, and I will reward you handsomely."
The onlookers were all taken aback.