Taking the warehouse

In August, bonfires blazed on the waterfront. Several large ships were docked there, and trucks, like industrious bees, ferried cargo from the vast warehouses to the vessels.,The darkness grew larger and larger in place, engulfing everything around it.,As a man dismissed by the emperor, Fang Hongjian was only thirty-five years old when he died of despair. For his funeral, his only son, Fang Xing, truly filial, even sold their main house to make it a respectable affair.。