Now Yu Changhe's leg can move freely. Although his walking posture is not as graceful as normal people, his walking speed is not slow at all.
He grasped the short whip, sat on the front of the carriage, driving with a look of joy.
He had been wanting to try driving a carriage for a long time, and when he set off, he felt a bit excited.
This is a carriage after all, even the village head Ma Dashan's family doesn't have one. You could say that in their village, no family can afford a carriage.
Besides Jiang the Hunter's family and Ma Dashan's family, who have ox carts, most people in the village probably haven't even seen a horse.
Driving the carriage, Yu Changhe felt a sense of pride rising in his heart.
The sky was grayish and carried a hint of early spring chill. The streets were quiet, with few pedestrians.
When they drove out of the city gates, the fog was still thick like ink, unwilling to disperse.
