Hearing the voice, Yang Ming's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned around to see a boy about seven or eight years old.
While he was dazed, the little boy asked again, "Uncle, if I let you stay at our home, will you pay silver?"
"Yes, I will definitely pay silver."
Hearing Yang Ming's affirmative answer, the boy's face lit up with joy, "Then uncle, you can stay at my house."
"Then where is your home, so uncle can drive the carriage over."
"Uncle, I'll take you there."
Xiaoxiao waited for quite a long time without seeing Yang Ming return, and realized that finding accommodation might not work out. She thought if things didn't work out, they could just move on to the next village for accommodation.
Feeling anxious from waiting, she got off the carriage with the baby and paced back and forth along the roadside, thinking that if she ran into villagers, she might as well inquire.
