Ning and Bai inspected the secondary grain depot at the old mill. The roof was sound, but the back store room smelled damp. They moved the medicine crates upstairs and left the grain sacks below, where the stone floor could take their weight.
“The jars have to stay dry,” Ning said. “If the roof leaks, they go into the upper room.”
“That room is smaller,” Bai said. “It will hold medicine or blankets, not both.”
“Medicine first. Blankets can stay at the orchard until the shed is dry.”
Yan came through the loading door carrying a barrel of lamp oil. “Where do you want this?”
Bai looked at the cart behind him. “Not on the grain wagon. It would make the load too heavy.”
“I can carry it.”
“You can take it separately to the storehouse. A driver cannot do that in the middle of a delivery.”
