"Bai Ersao!" Someone from the crowd of villagers called out. Lin Ping'er looked over and saw Zhao Ludan from the old Zhao family. His family hauled donkey carts between the neighboring villages and the town. Old Zhao relied on the donkey cart for a living, even named his son "Ludan".
"I'll take you to town, won't pick up anyone on the way, promise it'll be fast!" Zhao Ludan said loudly. He was supposed to have left with his cart earlier, but he got caught up in the spectacle. Now that he couldn't bear to watch any longer, he offered his help.
Lin Ping'er gratefully sniffled, "Thank you so much, Big Brother Zhao."
"No need for that, get on quickly, let's not waste time." Zhao Ludan had already hopped onto the driver's seat. Lin Ping'er, not daring to delay, rushed over and clambered onto the donkey cart chaotically.
