She told Qing You to get up and carry the luggage. Actually, it was nothing much, just a few sets of clothes. She also kept the gold ingot in her undergarment pocket. It was a long way to go and she had heard that there were too many places where one could spend their money.

Zhuang Li took out a steamed bun from her bag and gave it to Zhuang Li, then she asked Uncle Zheng to stop the horse carriage and see if there were any places nearby where she could get some water.

Zhuang Li had not been able to sleep well this whole time, and was too lazy to get off the carriage due to her low spirits. Instead, she opened the curtain and leaned against the carriage, gnawing on a bun as she started to chat with the driver.

So the coachman's surname was Zheng, which was why Zhuang Li had called him Uncle Zheng. He was from the same hometown as Grandpa Zhao, and was originally an Elementary Scholar, but when he went to the capital with Zhao Cuming (the present Prime Minister Zhao) to take the examination, Zhao Chongming had won the prize. Uncle Zheng's name fell off the list for three consecutive years, and his parents passed away one after the other. After being filial for three years, he returned to the capital, where he was no longer in the mood to study hard. He went to Prime Minister Zhao, hoping to scheme a job on Zhao Mansion out of respect for his fellow villagers. With this feeding of horses, it took twenty years. Lord Zhao had married five beauties and gave birth to seven or eight weird-looking children, while Uncle Zheng was still single. His only hobby was drinking wine.

" Miss, someone is following us! "

A thin and weak little boy stood in the middle of the road, not even half a mile away from them.

" What kind of stalker is this, you silly girl! " She was suddenly relieved by the tension in her nerves.

" Just a passing beggar. " The Uncle Zheng laughed as he carried Qing You onto the carriage and continued their journey.

" "No, he really did follow us on purpose!" Qing You crawled to the back of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and showed it to Zhuang Li. As expected, the horse carriage jolted and the thin and short beggar followed them again.

Qing Yu ignored him and huffed, "I'll give it to you, but you don't need it. Forget it, we don't have enough rations!"

After saying that, he pulled Zhuang Li and was about to leave. Zhuang Li was stunned for a moment, but seeing that the little beggar's legs were full of blisters, he couldn't help but feel pain in her heart. After all, she was still such a small child. It was unknown where he had seen Zhuang Li from, and she had followed him all the way till now.

" You want to come with us, don't you? "

" I don't have anything good to eat, and if you follow me, you might even starve. "

" "Well, you can take him back to the carriage. First, find him some clean clothes to change into."

The little beggar looked timidly at the cyan grapefruit, and it let out a sigh of disgust.

" Do you have a name? " Zhuang Li asked the little boy.

" Was your family in the capital before? "

" How did you become a beggar? "

" Li Liangxiao "

" My name is Li Liangxiao. "