"Daishi Village is not far from the town, but you have too many things," the old man said as he rode the ox-cart.
In the morning, he had been wondering which village they were from. He didn't expect it to be Daishi Village.
"Hehe, old man, which village are you from? Do you ride the ox-cart often?" Lin Xiaoyue asked with a smile, redirecting the question to him.
"Shangyang Village next to yours. I only ride in the morning, four times a day."
Lin Xiaoyue's eyes lit up.
"Is the time fixed every day?" Asked Lin Xiaoyue.
"Yes."
After chatting with the old man for a while, Lin Xiaoyue found out that there were ox-carts that went back and forth. The ox-carts set off every day, some in the morning, some in the afternoon.
