"Bing'er, why did you come back? You didn't even say a word in advance; let your mother prepare for you," Mrs. Hu just heard some noise and hurried out, seeing her daughter, she simply burst into smiles.
Xia Bing, with a ghastly expression, walked toward Mrs. Hu: "Mother, let's go inside."
Mrs. Hu glanced at the carriage behind Xia Bing: "Bing'er, your husband didn't bring you back this time?"
The old man driving the carriage became impatient and shouted: "Hey, pay up, will you? I'm busy here, pay up so I can make the next trip. I really didn't want to come to this godforsaken place, but I took pity on you, a young girl all alone, and brought you here. Now you're hesitating over the payment; if you don't have the money, don't ride in a carriage."
Everyone around was momentarily stunned; it seems this wasn't Tofu Zhang's carriage. No wonder the villagers were mistaken, these two carriages looked identical, covered in dust, it was easy to confuse them.
