"Thank you, old man." She thanked him with a smile, then jumped onto the carriage and sat on the pile of straw on it.
"Pull me, pull me."
Zhu Yue stepped forward. He had been dying since he was trapped in the water tank, but strangely, after he woke up, he felt a force supporting his body, otherwise he would not have been able to walk such a long distance. He just didn't even know what that force was.
Seeing that he tried to climb up beside the ox cart but failed, Fengjiu reached out and pulled him up.
"call!"
Zhu Yue, who was sitting on the straw pile, just lay down: "I'm so tired."
"Sit tight." The old man driving the ox cart shouted loudly, and then drove the ox cart forward.
"Little beggar, are you going to Danyang City too?" Zhu Yue asked while lying on his back, looking at the blue sky and white clouds.
"Yeah." Fengjiu sat cross-legged, holding her chin with one hand and squinting her eyes.
"What are you going to do in Danyang City?" Zhu Yue continued to ask, but Fengjiu seemed to be asleep and ignored him.
When it was evening and they were outside the city gate, the old man stopped the cart and said to the two men, "We are in the city now. You can get off now."
Fengjiu jumped down, and Zhu Yue's strength gradually recovered after resting. He slid down from above, brushed off the grass debris on his body, and walked towards the city.
"I want to have a good meal. I'm starving."
Fengjiu walked to the ox cart and said to the old man with a smile: "Thank you, old uncle. This is the fare for our ox cart ride. It's a small gift." As she spoke, she handed a small purse to the old man, then turned around and left.
"This, no need..."
As the old man was speaking, he saw that the little beggar had already walked away. He could not help but stare blankly at the purse in his hand. He opened it and took a look, and was even more shocked. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he quickly put it in his arms.
Although it was evening in the city, there were still many people and vendors walking on the streets. The lively scene made people feel at ease, especially for the two people who had just walked on the edge of death. Seeing the prosperous scene in the city made them feel more at ease.
"Little beggar, there is a restaurant in front, let's go there to eat!" Zhu Yue who was in front turned around and said to Feng Jiu who was walking slowly behind him.
"Do you have money?" Fengjiu looked him up and down and asked.
"Yes, don't worry. Although it's not much, it's enough for us to eat and drink until we get to Danyang City." He patted his chest and said, then frowned bitterly: "My body is weak, I need to replenish myself. Let's go quickly! Then we can find an inn to rest tonight, buy a carriage tomorrow, and take the carriage back."
He had thought it through. Riding in a carriage back would not consume any energy, and the time on the journey would also allow him to recuperate. He saw that the little beggar clearly knew how to fly a sword, but he would rather walk all the way. He knew that it was impossible for the little beggar to take him back on the sword.
After hearing what he said, Fengjiu didn't say anything else. She nodded and walked with him to the restaurant in front. However, Zhu Yue, who was walking quickly in front, went in, and she was blocked outside.
"Where did you come from, beggar? Go away." The waiter covered his nose and said with disgust, waving his hand to drive the tattered Fengjiu away.