As the crowd grew, Lin Mo didn't want to linger any longer. If traffic police were to come, it would be troublesome. He pulled out 200 yuan from the driver's hand, "This should be enough to buy some bruise ointment. You can go on your way. I'm really okay, it was just a fall."
The driver thanked Lin Mo profusely, got back into his truck, started it, and drove off.
Once the spectacle was over, the crowd gradually dispersed.
Lin Mo found a bag and began picking up the duck eggs scattered about, salvaging those that weren't too badly damaged and re-packing them.
He didn't bother with the ones that had smashed open.
It would be a shame to waste the eggs that cost several dozen yuan per jin.
This was a saving habit left over from the past.
After collecting the duck eggs, he also picked up the little girl's toy and returned it to her. Crouching down, he asked, "Little sister, what's your name? Where do you live? Where are your parents?"
