Yang Ruxin nodded, "Let's see if there are any manors or farmhouses ahead."
Indeed, fortune favors the bold. Just as raindrops began to fall from the sky, a house appeared in the distance, standing alone in the wilderness. Although it seemed a bit odd, there was no time to consider it further.
Gao Dazhuang hurriedly went up and knocked on the door.
Soon, an old man with a pot-like bald head opened the door, "What do you want?"
"Elder brother, as you can see, a heavy rain is coming. We're just passing by this place, and our cart is full of ladies; we really can't travel any further. We would like to take refuge from the rain in your esteemed residence..."
Du Juan came over and handed over a purse.
The old man sized up Yang Ruxin and the others who came after, then opened the courtyard gate: "This house is newly built, meant for temporarily storing crops from the surrounding fields. It's quite spartan, but if you don't mind, come on in and take shelter..."
