The carriage driver said to Old Lady Mo, who was grinning foolishly as she held the silver, "Old woman, since you've taken the silver, hurry up and get out of the way. Don't block the road for our madam."
"Make way, make way." After gnawing on tree roots for several days, she was so hungry that she could barely walk. Old Lady Mo held a couple of pieces of silver, her eyes gleaming, thinking, finally, she could have a full meal.
Just as she was about to turn and leave, ready to buy something to fill her stomach, she suddenly seemed to remember something and said to the carriage driver, "Young man, could you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
The driver spoke gruffly, not really wanting to engage with this old woman. He was still resentful of how Old Lady Mo had suddenly appeared earlier, almost making him a murderer.
