"In Chang'an, even a subway construction can uncover ancient tombs. The nearby hills, big and small, are almost all tourist attractions. It's part of the character," Qi Dongqiang whispered.
"This bullock cart isn't free—120 yuan for half an hour."
"What?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened, "This is more expensive than a taxi."
"Grandpa, we've arrived."
Just then, Qi Dongqiang raised his hand, and the cart-driving old man flicked his whip, "Timed ride, 45 minutes, less than an hour counts as an hour."
"240 yuan."
"This money comes too easy," Zhang Fan remarked as he watched Qi Dongqiang scan and pay the 240 yuan.
He even considered renting two bullock carts and getting Liu Xingyu and Liu Xingtui to drive them for a profit.
