In the cloth bag was a bundle of silk threads for longevity and a small jar of desert honey. The items were few, but the silk threads were of exceptional quality, and the spool was crafted with such intricate detail that it was clearly an expensive gift.
She sniffed the honey; it was certainly no ordinary product.
Du Chunzhi frowned. How could a rough, backwater boatman pick such refined things?
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