The ancient people had a good saying, "Sacrifice was made, yet triumph wasn't achieved when such sorrowful results always made heroes devastated…"
Ren Baqian felt that these words were really apt. The ancient people were awesome and what they said made a lot of sense.
He was currently in the described situation.
They just left the city not long ago, but their carriage had already overturned. Ren Baqian was also wet from the dew on the grass, and those two stupid cows were still eating grass indifferently.
If he didn't rely on the two fork-horned cows to transport them around, perhaps they would be his dinner tonight.
When Lin Qiaole crawled out from the carriage, her eyes were still filled with sleepiness. She turned her head and looked around before speaking with confusion, "how did the carriage overturn?""Keep quiet. Lift the carriage back onto the road." Ren Baqian was helpless.
