"Yumiko" shook her head, indicating that she did not know how.
Lin Feng sighed softly and said with apparent helplessness, "None of the three of us knows how to drive a carriage. That makes things difficult."
"Yumiko" said with a faint smile, "Then why don't we find someone who does?"
Looking mildly interested, Lin Feng asked, "That's a good idea. But who?"
"What do you think, Lin Mo?" "Yumiko" passed the question to Lin Mo, who had remained silent.
Lin Mo did not even want to acknowledge her. He swept his gaze around, intending to ignore "Yumiko's" question and keep quiet.
But on second thought, if events followed the usual plot progression, Lin Feng, with his protagonist's halo, should be meeting people who could change his destiny around now.
So even if they were just picking some random carriage driver, Lin Feng ought to make the choice.
No matter how insignificant someone seemed, anyone Lin Feng chose was bound to have a hidden identity.
With that in mind, Lin Mo said flatly, "Let Lin Feng decide."
Lin Feng said self-deprecatingly, "I'm not a very good judge of character."
Lin Mo said directly, "Just pick anyone."
"In that case..." Lin Feng glanced around casually, then pointed at a grubby person by the roadside, dressed in shabby clothes and wearing a battered bucket hat. "That one, then," he joked.
"Yumiko" said in amusement, "Someone reduced to begging knows how to drive a carriage?"
Lin Mo gave Lin Feng a shove, signaling for him to ask.
Lin Feng glanced at him. "You're serious?"
Lin Mo gave a slight nod.
Lin Feng chuckled, then walked toward the little beggar.
Seeing someone approach, the little beggar pushed the chipped bowl forward and cried tearfully, "Please spare something! I haven't eaten for three days. I'm starving