Three days later.
At noon.
Da da da—
On a road about four or five meters wide, which was of significantly better quality than ordinary rammed stone roads, a hay cart was swaying along in the southeast direction.
The creaking joint sounds resembled an old, worn-out harmonica, singing the hardships of life.
Besides potatoes and vegetables loaded on the back of the hay cart, there were also three men sitting there at this moment.
Leading them was a middle-aged man, and the other two were young, one with black hair and black eyes, namely Little Niu, Xu Yun, and William.
After receiving seven guineas from Pastor Yarlin three days ago, William's family, now relatively well-off, first spent ten shillings on some daily necessities and food, enjoying a hearty meal for the first time in a year.
They then rested for a day before finding a made-to-order hay cart this morning to head towards the county city of Lincolnshire, Lincoln City.
