That night in the fifteenth year of Chenghua's reign was so quiet that it made one's heart tremble.
Su Tanlao felt his eyelids twitching, and he kept muttering in his heart, feeling that something big was going to happen.
She had just received the customs clearance documents for a new batch of cloth from the Songjiang government office. Before she could take a breath, she saw thick smoke billowing from her dyeing shop. The fire was burning so fiercely that half of the sky was reflected in red.
"Something bad happened!"
Su Tan's heart suddenly reached her throat, and she couldn't care about anything. She picked up her skirt and ran to the dyeing shop.
"Shopkeeper! Shopkeeper! You are finally back!" Zhao San, with a dark face and tattered clothes, was kneeling at the door of the dyeing shop, crying so hard that his heart was broken.
He looked as if he had just been dug out of the coal pile.
"What... What is going on?" Su Tan tried his best to suppress the panic in his heart, but his voice still couldn't help but tremble a little.
