After resting for a night at the post station, Logan Yang and his party set off again.
The snow is still falling.
The goose-feather-like snowflakes were blown by the wind, like plucked cotton wool, floating all over the place.
The postmaster and the clerk helped to harness the carriage, checked the horses and the carriage, and brought a few rolls of coarse cloth to cover the wooden box.
"Thank you very much."
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