Fanli was pulling the cart,
and sitting on it were Chen Daole's old mother and the sword maid.
Chen Daole led the young servant and walked beside them.
Beside them, there was also someone selling sugar-coated haws, carrying a pole with rice straw.
The sword maid loved sugar-coated haws, but buying too many at once made them lose their flavor;
so Fanli had tied up a middle-aged man who specialized in selling sugar-coated haws to accompany them on their journey, and whenever the sword maid wanted some, she would take out a coin and buy a skewer from him.
Chen Daole's young servant also occasionally went over to spend money and buy a skewer to satisfy his craving.
Fanli's cart moved very steadily, and Chen Daole's old mother, Mrs. Sun, slept soundly on the bedding.
The sword maid, feeling a bit bored, held a skewer of sugar-coated haws in one hand while stroking the sword beside her, which Zhang Yiqing had given to Chen Daole and the sword maid now claimed as her own,
