An hour later.
Qiao Mu reached the official road and waved down a carriage.
After giving the carriage driver half a liter of soybeans, she carried the bald child and boarded this carriage headed for Beilan City.
Since there was still around a two-hour journey by carriage to get to Beilan City, Qiao Mu was disinclined to walk the entire way while carrying the little baldy.
There were only two young couples in the carriage. One of the couples was also carrying a four to five-year-old girl, who kept curiously sizing up the little monk after he boarded.
"Amitabha. This poor monk greets all the benefactors!" The little monk put his palms together devoutly as he declared one of the Buddha's names.
Yet the people in the carriage gazed at Qiao Mu with even greater curiosity.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, this combination of a half-grown young lady taking care of a four-year-old little monk was very weird.
